Lyrics:
don't know about this
Battlin's for real men, and I doubt if
You can even hang or give a run for the money
You're just a sucker, and it's funny
How you
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
many slugs should I plug into yo' chest before it's get filled
Since you ain't got nothin' else to do but get killed
Been a fiend every since I found
When I put it in they mouth
I got them mami's saying duh-huh-huh-muhh
Put that up dammit
But me and you both know that these niggas ain't ready
the stacks
Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at
So you made a little dough, but what you doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't feeling me
Why
a eighty year old lady
Saying Satan's waiting for me
In the back by the bar
(Is he)
But she won't let me out my seat
So how am Imma know
I guess I'll find
community?
Niggas know I rap, but this shit sounding like my eulogy
Had to kill myself just so that I can reach the newer me
Cause up in this life, this aint
flies when you're having fun
She said yeah but the damage is done
Where you been, on a little vacation
Oh by the way congratulations
Who's
flies when you're having fun
She said yeah but the damage is done
Where you been, on a little vacation
Oh by the way congratulations
Who's
Please
Golden Child
It's The Great
Who you know on it Holla at me
Holla You need me on some
I deliver to annihilate cause
I be determined
I told em I ain't
Now that we down with all of the nonsense
If you know you not a groupie make some noise
G R O U P I E
Told me that she ain't a freak
Told me that she
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything
[Big Boi]
Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about
Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out,
come running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
You ain't listenin'
why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail
With
a whole lot of money
Yo it ain't no joke you gone get laid
You don't even wanna get get paid
You want the rhyme light kid
You wouldn't know what to say
You
you while you're shittin'
And if these choppers feel choppy
Ain't nothing gonna stop me
(Free Agent Mixtape Version Only)
I made you look
It's Pitbull
you rock you like a rodeo
(It's gonna be a bumpy ride)
Yeah, I'm back baby
I know you think you all that baby
But damn, that ass fat baby
I ain't
them dimes
Shit, you accurate? Copy? Go straight after the jugg
Made it out rough, now I hope you ain't in the lobby
My jeans European, my bitch Puerto
a dog imma pitbull
I just get this money by the fist full
Yea the Rolex a presidential
Had to cut her off
But we still cool
They ain't wanna hate shit
But
feel ya, see ya, hear ya, know ya
Serve ya, for ya or for ya (Feel it!!!)
You pussy niggaz been hatin on us for too long
So we finna prove you
[Pitbull]
Hey Jim Jones,
Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down
Hey Lil Jon,
U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit
Oowee, hey, man, say man its the kid that did, shout out to that RB out of that Covington, Georgia
The name of the song is three, you know how it be
She don't know money so she callin' you rich
You ain't got game so you fall for the shit
Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split
Now
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