Lyrics:
the problems and straighten the mess
So nigga come wit ya pistol and nigga come wit ya vest
This ain't the east or the west the 'bama weed or the stress
I'm
say when they see the frozen ice
They say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big things only cause I
While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit
drive slow,
Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow,
Let ya hair blow, Let ya hair blow,
Yeah Rose, red Mikey's wit Bapes,
On some
a house on da lake homeboy
Dog-named dollar and I make the girls holla
Ain't Three 6 but I'm poppin my collar
On da block that's me homeboy
Its a see wit ya
ass to get wit us
But instead you put it in their head
That at thirteen they better off dead (now they gone)
Up jump the boogie to the bang bang
know the thing over
Blaow, shorty seem to just come to us
And wit that bangin ass body you know what we be doin
Word up, air it out, just give it to us
by like "there he go"
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull,
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style
Far from bein' shallow 'cause she caught me wit a smile
Try to figure out my style, baby, that will
the day one of my homies want to squab
I'm still rollin wit The Lench Mob
(AmeriKKKa's most wanted)
Back in the day I dip my shirt in dirt
see the frozen ice
They say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big things only cause I
While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man
'cause we are big stars
You better get wit' us, we about big bidness
We got big paper, we buy big cars
Until this shit finished
We about big bidness
when I walk, a bop when I walk
You now rockin' wit the grimiest
Nigga in New York
50, aka Ferrari, F-50, aka 50 Cent
Now fuck wit me
Cut a fiend, suffer
niggas say they get so high
That I ain't fuckin wit em
I say if them niggas get that high
Man I ain't fuckin wit em
Doin nothin wit em
Rollin up or puffin
Ohhhh! Ahhh!
So what I grew up with them niggas
I ain't stuck wit them niggas
We from the same hood
But I don't fuck wit them niggas
If shit pop off
Yo Dre hit the switch (What)
Guess who's bizack wit an ounce of crizack
Or a black mizak fitted to the bizak
LA dodgers kid's at
That's where my
(Holiday Season, nigga! Ay)
What up, Chubbie? Haha!
I see you getting money, nigga!
They say you run Ohio, nigga!
I fuck wit you! What up ‘Bachi?
me fadin away fadin away
It’s hard to stay wit you girl
It’s so hard to stay wit you girl
And even harder to play wit you girl
It’s so hard to stay
pussy ass rap niggas, stop biting.
I used to fuck wit lil' girls wit lil' minds who wouldn't grown yet,
Before you wear a thong get yo pussy in check.
early grave
I hit the hospital they fill me up wit IV cant take the pain all im thinkin is wont you die please
I hear my mama on the elevator goin crazy
(Cas Bangz, he got that smoke wit' 'em)
Ayy, nigga, I remember one time
I had one of my lil niggas with me in the studio in LA
And he wanted
'round wit' my blick, they wanna six feet me
On her, I cash out wit' them racks out on some D&G kicks
.300 Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady
You see a lotta guys was made to be wit' one woman
But me
Helluva made this beat, baby
I want all y'all
I want 'em all, I want 'em all
Got
For the gyal dem wit' di sexy physique
Cah you know seh you look sweet every day of the week, man
General Levy out pon the street, but anywhere me
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