Lyrics:
bitch after I hit my play
Might hit you up when I get bored but bitch you not my bae
Bitch move
Move
Move
Move
Move
Move
Move
Aint got a bag then move
Dogg]
Yeah, let the party begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling-ling all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy disturbing tha peace
Luda, Luda going hard on you
they get together it's just how we do
Together now forever forever true
All the things that I done in my lifetime
Two 9's by my waistline, lifeline
You
Ay
It's the whole New Wave team
Pulled up with a whole fleet
Shit's a movie
I swear I never planned this
I know you see it on the gram bitch
I swear
you jealous me
She cook for me just
After sucking me
Hate be alone
Bitch used to sleep
With me
I got my uzi
Touch my family
Ain't got no friend
hundreds this shit get spread
After I fuck imma leave you on read
After I leave got to fix that bed
She want some money boy that shit dead
I got some gunners
well
He had it coming but why does no one care
Louis Walsh can grab a woman
By the bum on telly?
Like it's something socially acceptable
I hope I never
the party begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch,
the party begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch,
lighters up
New Orleans, put your lighters up
St. Louis, put your lighters up
ATL, keep puttin' them lighters up
No matter where you from, put your
wife up, yup, man, I don't give a f***, nah
The Unit's in this b****, yeah , you know who I'm with, yeah
Rolling out the piff, yeah, six after six, yeah
really spoken since 2017
If you really wanna, I could put you on the team
She a prima donna, I could put her in a ring
I been havin trouble tryna wrap my
(Pay, pay, attention!)
(Pay attention!)
Shouts out Bogies, I see you
S-Breezy what up!
The Aphilliates nigga, pay attention
Don Cannon, Money
You couldn't be dope for even half a day
We keep it hot like its after May
Smoke a nigga then I pass to K
[Kanye West]
The pastor say we goin' to mass
happy to see my people smile you know what I'm sayin
I ain't a hater, I don't even like sayin' the word
(Nobody lives by the code of the street no more)
lighters up
New Orleans, put your lighters up
St. Louis, put your lighters up
ATL, keep puttin' them lighters up
No matter where you from, put your
not a rat but you know I'm chasing after cheese
Trying to ball for all niggas that ain't here with me Lord help me please
Been balling for a minute 60
Gucci louis with that fendi prada
CCOG
Add brilliance on her bag
When she get to know me
I came straight up from that bottom
Lotta nigggas know z
But we
fuckin' with your daughter, hell nah, she a freak
I ain't fuckin' with your daughter, hell nah, she a freak
Tryna move my family after projects
Tryna win
down
By now
Betcha lowkey wanna fuck me
Trust me
Every nigga after me is ugly
Luckily
You gon' throw it back like it's rugby
Lovely
Make the pussy fart
I knock your wife up yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah
The unit's in this bitch, you know who I'm with
Rollin' out the piff, six after six
Hangin'
to do for now
But I'ma break it down when I get by your town
I love it, girl
The way you bring your light into this room
I love it, girl
The way your
The way you bring your light into this room
I love it girl
The way you lace that up when you in them shoes
I love it girl
The way your lip looks after
Yeah, man, you know I do too motherfuckin' much, I'm Mr. Go Too Far
They might try to come and supersede me after all this shit I'm talkin'
You
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