Lyrics:
what I want, so the question isn't can I?
Latino in this bitch and I aint dancing Macarena!
It isn't necessary when you got this kinda flow
And you
, I know your music
I prefer your old shit to your new shit
That song with Pitbull, that was kinda cool
But after that, you went left and I couldn't
mushy
East Coast Ghost
Ain't no other rapper in the game that you know that plays the streets so close
Still bring pain
Fire more shots than y'all
everybody be lookin' and to
Get in them jeans everybody be wushin'.
But she only want players who far from rookie and if you
Ain't got the cake can't
Toby Love
Scott Little, ay
It's that little chico Pitbull
Now let me see you go to work on that strip pole
I love it when you work that, hit
Toby Love
Scott Little, ay
It's that little chico Pitbull
Now let me see you go to work on that strip pole
I love it when you work that, hit
No Limit, yeah southern hospitality we seizin it on you, my nigga Silkk
The Shocker, Snoop D,O double G,why, D,O double G, beats by the pizound,
being you
And it's okay being true
And it's okay if yuh thru
Cause I know niggas aint got no morals dawg it's okay if you do
Like I would say fuck my ex
Raye
5 Years ago I aint have a thang
You know in the hood OG's tell Stories when they had them thangs
You could crash you move without your brain
You die
Pitbull, I swear all I do is chase cats
But if you knew the real me, I swear all I do is chase rack
Do anything for U, LUV, and I hope you know I'm speaking
There's no tomorrow for any nigga we'll shower you
We young strapped and powerful and I ain't gotta lie to you
Stepped in the door, waving the .44
making clean man dawg fuck a triple-beam
Hey DJ Ideal, do me a favor
You know what time it is
Bring that mother-fucking shit back!
Hold up, wait a minute
patient
Get buried
Falling into
Your own grave
I'm spittin'
Like an automatic
Spraying lead
I'm going rabid
You getting hit by all this traffic
Bathed in
samurai split you now ya moms miss you
You in the backyard brutally eaten by five Pitbull
at the top of the bag then
You know back then
You was the man, but ain't nobody looked at since
The first mil that I make, spend it on my mama
Second mil that
(Woods, that's you?)
Broski right beside me, that's my big dawg
Bitch this ain't no rock, this that Pitbull
Always in the field when it kick
games, call a referee
Tired of motherfuckers always checking me
I'm a pitbull, you a poodle
You ain't fucking my pedigree
If this wasn't meant for me
Then
and you can't quit
You either got it or you ain't shit
[Haystak]
Live in the ranks and its all a son??
No compromise it was all or none
Dirt was done,
from my dead ancestors this country is ran by bigots and child molesters
You call me a thug but you're a transgressor I can't call you a man cause you
Toby Love
Scott Little, ay
It's that little chico Pitbull
Now let me see you go to work on that strip pole
I love it when you work that, hit
crazy, man you ain't even tough like that
Ya chain fugazi, man you ain't even fresh like that
Come on
Yo
We know ya prototype line on a social site
Wave
Yall Know WTF Time It Is Man
"FEST"
Ima Robber Yea Ill Take Sumn
Got My Pitbulls Wit Me They A Shake Sumn
Got Some Lil Hittas Wit Me They A Take Sumn
community
Put a bucket in the ground, fill it up with plenty shiny things
I got brass for days, pitbulls with teeth so razor sharp you'd think
My females
the stars
Come have a look, I'm in the back of the track
I'm ain't driving, I'm in the back of the car
Now you’re enlightened by the words that I'm rhyming
So
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