Lyrics:
Feeling fine
Poppin' trunk
Tippin' dine
But we do it for h-town
Tell them boys its time to lay it dine
Tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
Cause we
The Queen cheers so its Cheers bottles moving in
That's weekdays, long nights videos all Peruvian
A big Dream texturized on the podium
Reflective vibes hope
They hate it when you poppin'
(Yeah)
Only want the commas, I don't do the nonsense
My niggas be on it, they ain't got no conscious
I can't go outside
And, man I'm, I'm just in Chicago, I'm tryna do my thing
You know, I got groups, I got acts I'm tryna get on
And like wasn't nothin really like poppin
what's really up with you?
At the Laker's game, what was you sippin'?
It was kids there, what made your big ass start strippin'?
T.I. be with his
That's the just the way we do it
Pop those collars
We changed the game
[Snoop]
Slid up in the door, get up in ya ho
Sippin' on some Mo with Big D
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
Baby bounce that thing like a basketball
You gon have to work if you want it all
Ten bands on me Pablo Escobar
Strip club poppin'
Got them bi***es
[Talkin': Trey & Swizz]
I need about every thing at bar
yeah swizzy we gone get it poppin
about everything at the bar
come on the party starts
now
on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle down the beat wit' a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting
down she say she like the big one, meet her right now do you know I gotta get one?
To give me brain like a G, she loves my hair pressed like
you wanna win big, the risk gotta be high
All them bad bitches all on your dick, you gotta be fly
Yeah, he cool but he not a T.I., I will be damned
Yeah
Ay
Yeah yeah
Look
Ima stay on my grind i will never settle
Fuck it ima do me ima be a rebel
Now i'm vibing to this music like some heavy metal
I
metal
My bih got a diamond bezel
And they think they are special
Diamond grill like it's dental
Poppin' grease like a kettle
Rappin' on these
a pound
Do an ounce, get some dick
Tell her friends about it
Go tell your friends about it (about it)
Go tell your friends about it (about it)
Go
Wanna jo wanna ye
Wanna jo wanna
Instrumental to n bayin to n gbona
Ye sho ma ni pe o mo
Aye ti mo wa o mo ma Jaye lo mo ma jaye lo gan ni
Mo sese bere o
bumps come up on you
And when that rhythm finally hits you
When the beat gets you through
Well, here's the thing for you to do
(sax & instrumental
That's the just the way we do it
Pop those collars
We changed the game
[Snoop]
Slid up in the door, get up in ya ho
Sippin' on some Mo with Big D
I got beef thawing on the counter
In the kitchen right now
I cant even cook it
Aye look
This shit is simple
I love em instrumentals that keep
Weezy, Wee (Weezy, baby)
Weezy, Wee (it's Weezy, baby)
Weezy, Wee (it's Weezy, baby)
Yeah, Jazzy Pheezy
Bright thing on my hand sayin' (look
Weezy, Wee (Weezy, baby)
Weezy, Wee (it's Weezy, baby)
Weezy, Wee (it's Weezy, baby)
Yeah, Jazzy Pheezy
Bright thing on my hand sayin' (look
yeah I do adventures
Droppin' shit you know that I'm poppin' shit
I switched up my swag and they copied it
Got in my bag and I pulled off the tag
(three one eight)
415 to 702, a big change boy (it's a change)
I from where niggas getting wet up in the rain, boy (in the rain)
Wet by the rain, then
thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I still wake up go and get it, youngin' on a mission
'Cause when niggas was eating they left me to do
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