Lyrics:
tryin' to take you to the telly, bust in ya ff'
Tryin' to lure me out on the dance floor
I'm tryin' to get it twirly on the dance floor
Everything
and I'm lookin' for a (snitch)
Walk out the studio and man that's a (hit)
Back in the studio and do the (remix)
I'm in the Mark-5 with a bad (chick)
walk it out (hey)
Move my feet on it
Drinkin' from the brim til the very last drop
I'm a tell ya like mims girl 'this is why I'm hot'
I got
Peep i blow bands everyday its some stashed that
I kept
And my chain cost more then yo house
By itself
Two blicks just me in the house by myself
Fuck
Remix, Free
Remix, Busa Bus
Missy
Lil Scrappy lets go
Hey Shorty
I like the way you ass it up
I'm only whisperin' 'cause I'm just tryin' to fuck
Ooh,
on us
All eyes on us (you watching us)
All eyes on us
I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out
And scream and shout, and let it out
We saying, "oh
would you wine for me (W-W-Wine girl)
(Remix!) All I wanna do is see you wine for me (Move to the time)
Girl you roll it like a pro in the club
I can
Remix!
We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)
Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz (ladies)
We stay fly, no lie, and you no this (remix
get loose, she tryna win
I beat her by the house, or beat her in
There's forty in the couch, I let her spend
When it costly, you better call in
fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck your wifi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
left like Unk' just walk it out
Shawty don't get on my nerves
It won't be nun' else to talk about
It won't be nun' else to talk about
Get out my face
girl we must have a lot to talk about
And I'm crunk, just like Unk, in the club I'm bout to walk it out (Walk it out!)
God's gift to bad women how I walk
on us
All eyes on us (you watching us)
All eyes on us
I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out
And scream and shout, and let it out
We saying, "oh
walk nigga down it's by myself it ain't no loose ends
Only thing I need is my drac fuck some new friends nigga
the remix so I know what she wishin'
I hit it once and she want me to stroke again
I get it wet like a Super Soaker gun (I like it!)
Now she lookin' for
Intro: BIG (Puffy)
(Uh-uh, yea)
(I want a remix again)
(I think I want a remix again)
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew (ready Big)
Represtin all
the chair and then I break out the kush
I hope she like banana, 'cause I got that Fruit by the Foot
Now, she say she love me, well, I love her when
put 'em up, put 'em up)
My hood niggas can you feel me (I gave you 'We taking over')
(I'm so hood) If you not from here you can walk it out (ayo
something to believe in
Blame it on the alcohol
Or blame it on my weed shit
I'm tryna remix
Shots of vodka out in the club
It's a mosh pit, we're throwing up
I don't know
Should I stay
Should I go
Yeah, I know
It's the remix, remix
Yeah
See I'm in this situation
Think I need a little help
Let's
on One-Sixteen I was feeling 'em
Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill on 'em
I lived it out special delivery
I spit it out special delivery
I sniffed it out
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