Lyrics:
couldn't cover me
What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie
Hoes, I keep those by the, dime or dozen
I like short-a-y, but i wouldn't, mind her cousin
Got my quirks and they work, new shorts and they’re short
Rep so many cities and we’re putting in that work
Cooling by day, and we ride at night
You
got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy posted up by the Nolia (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, they
caused by his ill-advised
Prophylactic cocktail of hydroxychloroquine and bleach while sniffing glue
Quick, throw him on the gurney, let's go
Yea yea yea
to sort
To make a long story short
Ran into this girl named Carla
Knew her from the back seat of my homie's Impala
She said what's up yeah what's
to sort
To make a long story short
Ran into this girl named Carla
Knew her from the back seat of my homie's Impala
She said what's up yeah what's
Fuck a fucking a perc man that shit had me tripping
Me and JD on the south side crippin
Fuck a mid girl I ain't finna start simpin
Nc gang
Sabyn, it’s Jeff, hit me back!
The immaculate ones
DP, SM , JD,
Its the remix baby
Stumble outta bed and I tumble to the whip
Hop in and drive for
Block out the light
Block out the light
Block out the light
Block out the light
Short
But it ain't the summertime, baby
Yeah, sunglasses on
U B
[Scarface]
Yo Pop, let's jump in the fight game boy
[Scarface]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric be
gun so dumb
That it'll fly yo head all the way to London
I'm sick with it, rich like Lil' Weezy
I'm a milli, got a short fuse and I'm throwed like
[Scarface]
Yo Pop, let's jump in the fight game boy
[Scarface]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric be
(Say what?)
Everybody in the club been drinkin' (Uh huh)
And nobody in the club's still thinkin' (Come on)
Whoa, and ya come walkin' by me up in
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
limit
Get better remember by the minute
I'm on the digits
The realest in this is bout the business
If she come wit it
She get it and she gon catch them
to watch people hang
Cause he don't want to rumble in my motherfuckin jungle
(Ice Cube)
Short dog is the king of the jungle
Bout as strong as he can be
blaster
It's not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts
About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts
I'm Dave Brown Sound and you see me
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts
About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts
I?m Dave Brown Sound and you see me running late
'Cause I?m
and the clarity, it's cake like the lottery
Playa don't lie ta me, your stash couldn't cover me
What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie
Hoes, I keep those by
believers
Room at the Bellagio But we play at Ceasers
Watch the way Sun beam
I be making heaters
Grew up in the dance halls
Twerking by the bleachers
Ima jump
to Da Stuy to link up wit the guys
JD in Bushwick he told me to slide
X in Da Ville never ran never will
Neck froze nigga I got the chills
Y'all shit
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