Lyrics:
I'm in a line
Gonna make a move
Cross the State
Rolling it wide
Hey!
Submitted by Rene
SET ME STRAIGHT:
I know something that you would
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
to gunclappin, don't change
From my street niggaz up to my nigga Starang
Bang bang nigga, can you hang, nigga?
It's your fault you got caught in
See how Cardi got em talkin homie
To da chase i said my matrimony
That ima get it even by my lonely
Speakers knocking erry body know me
Approach with
up
I like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity), I got to bag it up, bag it up
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
the forty cal' is full and I'm waitin'
No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb, Fulton, or Clayton
Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death
If
sad
Trust me, ion mean to brag
You got bitches that lollygag
My bitch bad, she bring it back
Baby go get yo favorite bag
She go where the paper
Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death
If the world was sucka free, it just be me and my niggaz left
I ain't neva scared, I got big hammers
around, she around now
I coulda dub her ass super phat
Had to hit it, had to kill it
Link up at Sandman
You know I'm that man
Staff blow me kisses while I'm
Who me be? M-i-x L-O-T, man
Glass ceiling that's the drugs we doin'
Ain't no limits here baby, here it come
Do you remember me?
The black seed with
cycles
Streets disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
You can tell by my actions
When I get flowing pains
My mood starts to swing
The ink is leaving
Doctor, here's another proper track
And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke
See you's a wannabe 'loc,
Doctor, here's another proper track
And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke
See you's a wannabe 'loc,
fiasco
Bright, bright, bright is the ears
All fun, game and no biz
Business, one naughty note
Rock the boat, don't rock the boat, baby
Jingle it, jingle
want a baby
Mеk yuh fall ina love a beg for a baby
Vision di love weh mi have fi you gyal
And vision di Street Vybz mix with Baileys
Ah me fi a get yuh,
the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna
Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)
Rushin' up
Like fuck the bedroom baby you can
Get it on this couch
Like fuck the bedroom baby you can
Get it on this couch
She just wanna be my main ting
Girl lay
house
Now that's trap rap
Why you whinin' for baby? Make
Him take a gat nap hatin' doujah
You ain't gettin' no paper soldier
You Memph' Bleek'ing it you
it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in
Can I get down, so I can win
properly, 100g
Drop it on Ivana street to protect it
I'm up by 2:23 and some ozzies
I got a gang of B.G. to work the shit for me
A team with a little Terrance
kisses for your lovin'; baby, oh yea
Do you want some candy?
Do you want some honey suckle?
Do you want some chocolate dripping kisses full of love for
for your lovin'; baby, oh yea
Do you want some candy?
Do you want some honey suckle?
Do you want some chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
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