Lyrics:
Then you're doing it with the R
Doing it wit the R
Something new and to keep you doing what'cha doing
This is for you and your crew and for who in
to do wit shampoo
But watch your head n shoulders brother older bold enough to fold ya
Yo I told ya a raid afraid of what I made
Plus played a funky
Back a little too, fast
You got to get back
I know you can't last
You got to step back, baby
So I can get a long wit' you, now
Now, an tell me,
Nigga will do anything just to be tha man wit all tha work
Kidnap yo wife and yo daughter erase you off tha earth
Them niggas cut throats this shit is
Thank God 4 the boulevard
They keep the motor runnin'
The rap shows coincide wit' the tape flow
Bootleggers go inside and record the record low
They
Ooh, black Mattie
Where did you sleep last night?
Wit'ch yo hair all tangled
Clothes ain't fittin' you right
Wit'ch yo hair all tangled
Clothes
sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
So simple, when I rock wit' the instrumental
Who am I? (E-D the Green Eyed Bandit)
Control my
and up to par
Then you're doing it with the R
Doing it wit' the R
Something new and to keep you doing what ya doing
This is for you, and your crew,
I can't be happy, mama
For bein' so blue
When ya keep on worryin'
The way you do
When things go wrong
So wrong, wit' you
It hurts me, too
was for me but I'm back to you
I wanna be wit' you
But I ain't gotta lie to prove
I wanna be wit' you
I ain't gotta lie to prove (lie to prove)
a fine little freak wit class
slim waste and pretty face wit a whole lotta ass
a little sasy not too concern wit gosip
you goin' be alright, long as you
Aye
I got a Ruger with a .30
A Glock with a .50
That's eighty shots, hit fifty blocks wit the .50
Hit three blocks with the ruger, blew them
trust (oh)
Just to show you who I'm fuckin' wit' (mm)
But I need your permission (but I need your permission)
You ain't gotta be rich
Have a lot
Bruh
I do not fuck wit a lot og niggas, bruh
They see me, they goin' see me solo bruh
These pussy ass niggas out here too creep for me, bruh
n****s scared (scared)
I wanna thank god for blessin' me
To hit you wit this recipe
Yeah you got more bread than me
B**** but I know you scared
you rely on on
Let them niggas surround you
Shit it make me fill like young Keenth
From the start I was finished
How niggas start wit finish
And begin
He love it when I pull up wit' no panties on
I'm like, let me put this pussy on you (pussy on you)
Yeah, baby, come and let me put this pussy on you
red drop
Make his pulse stop
How we roll is wit' no smiles
Shit get so foul then we sit 40
50 split, round table style
You can't touch me, I got scuds,
red drop
Make his pulse stop
How we roll is wit' no smiles
Shit get so foul then we sit 40
50 split, round table style
You can't touch me, I got scuds,
perks I ain't wit it (ou)
Pour me a four yeah then I'm in it (wait)
I'm looking so fresh and so clean
Mixing the Fendi, I got on Supreme, huh
I put your
not, but since u moving pls sir put me on
It disagree wit my theology, the swinging
I DONT CARE BOUT WHO U WIT, THEY AINT DID, IT Fa ME!
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Folk be,
I count it up hunnits & 50s
I fell in love wit them pots in the kitchen
Stay out the way niggas be snitching
They turnt they back on me when they
Its a problem get the sticks
Ooooh
Put my people on legit
Bron Bron wit da swish
Young in power lil bitch
Ooooh
Ha ha ha ha
Let it sink in
Ooooh
Let's
like A&T Hardy
Pull up to ya party
Wit a red bone Barbie
Guarantee I'm leavin
Wit another lil shawty
So many bitches
I can start up a sorority
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