Lyrics:
tipped
She'll tell you in a minute don't let
Your mouth get yo' ass whipped
Mama did it all by herself
King and Queen of this house
Yellin, "I want my
baby, I don't wanna be sad
As long as I'm your hccker
As long as I'm your hccker
As long as I'm your hccker shows back
As long as I'm your hccker
on a song
I swear it'll make your baby momma wanna sing along to the poison
Feel it on your veins
It'll make you wanna rap and it'll get rid of the pain
I can
up-a
You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup-a
Perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a
You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup
I'm a,
could shut my playboy mouth (oh, oh, oh)
How'd I turn my shirt inside out? (Inside out, right)
Control your poison, babe, roses have thorns, they say
not enough, freak"
Echoing to break me
Like the DVD logo
Bouncing all over the TV screen
Well
Maybe I'm exaggerating
Or am I not?
'Cause they don't shut
She don't dance but she dance for me
She ain't even tryna get these bands from me
Rollie shining, that means it's bands to get
Shawty play your
drinking and smoking
Thinking and hoping this cell gon' open
You can dance next to me
But don't throw an elbow
I'll throw one back and leave
Blood on your
Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't
Rock and roll
Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't
Rock and roll
But when evening comes around
dance soon
Then I go impress myself with other kinds of damn tunes
Diss my friends with your mouth, Imma man the harpoons
Oh, shit, you know how it is
he don't sell his soul"
"He should be good, man, he signed to Cole"
"He from the hood, nigga, down the road"
"He was just jugging right by
as our eyes meet
As you flip by
Swing your hips, oh, lick your lips, I
Give you the eye
Just a chance
Just a glance
Just to dance my way
You've got that
not to be a window shopper
Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada
All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper
You could be with your man,
Mama please don't
Please don't
Cause when the sun sets I'll be By your side I'll be by your side, by your side.
Hook
(By your side)
(By your side)
Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't rock and roll
Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't rock and roll
When evening rolls around
Don't talk me to death
[50 Cent] G, H
[Scarlett] It's elementary
[Scarlett]
Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white,
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your
under Jacob's sycamore
You think I'm psycho don't you mama
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho don't you mama
You better let 'em
Under Jacob's sycamore
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
You better let
buried under Jacob's sycamore
You think I'm psycho don't you mama
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho don't you mama
You better
Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your
bachata
I just sauce em up like uh
Like sriracha
Hit my lil dance like uh
Like bachata
Oouuu change the sound change the sound
If lil mama take it up then
eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your
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