Lyrics:
thermometers
Popped them all then popped them in the jar
Tracy veronica holla back
They promise there’s no pyjamas
Insomnia when attack I attack like piranha
Give it to me raw, that shimmy-shimmy, all that
Brand new Ford Mach, this is what you call that
You don't see that caution tape? Nigga better fall
Raggedy-ass bitches
That bitch ain't no good
Look at your face all frowned up
The only thing you got goin for ya is your fake tits and round
Bathing Apes
And ain't nobody tryin' to take Beyonce from Jay
But I know a bitch named Superhead he fucked back in the day
The things niggas do when pussy
kat club?"
But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to back up
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up
another day of workin
My boss is on my back and I'm about to go berserkin
Catch a fit money grip 'cause pumpin gas is a bitch way
Niggas be ridin by my job
I'm blacked out
Feelin' flyer than a jet pack
Bitch better step back
Might get that neck snapped (Bitch)
Fact is my shit slaps like belt straps from
high in the evening sniffing pots of glue, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can
high in the evening sniffing pots of glue, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can
high in the evening sniffing pots of glue, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can
in the evening sniffing pots of glue, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I
high in the evening sniffing pots of glue, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can
high in the evening sniffing pots of glue, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can
high in the evening sniffing pots of glue, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can
is if you got the Funds like i want it son, bitch
Load it and shoot a tec through your neck
Nobody gon detect me, fuck twelve they never Suspect me
fucking for the hell of it
Life is such a bitch and I swear that bitch is celebit
Chilling with the homies smoke it up listen to K.I.D.S.
We only want
whore
Pull up in the Chevy bought the T-Top Ford
Drive-by's is the only time that we drive fours
My niggas in the club doin' sign language
Wrinkled
give a fuck
Jordan is my name, and y'all know how I do 'em, yep
That's how I did it, and that's how I do 'em
Bitch, I don't fuckin' play no games, y'all
(Jackie Fox lita Ford)
With every beat of my heart
It's getting dark
There's something in the air
The doors aren't locked, you know it's not
But I
I'm crippin'
Yo, bitch fuck the other side
Some fire head an some bread
Jus made me come alive
Oh nigga that's yo hoe
Better keep her by yo side
Cuz
guess
Is the way we measure a man's success
By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop
Right turn,
we ain't speedin' inna Ford
Luh bitch I don't give a fuck, Can you give me my award
Baby I be pourin' four's
Got a choppa in the back and that shit
night that bitch was all up on my lap
You bring your girlfriends, I’m okay with that
Ford F-150 got room in the back
I got room in the back
I got room in
y'all niggas claim to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's hair in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for that encore,
.jpg/200px-Lita_Ford_at_Jones_Beach_2012_01_(cropped).jpg "Lita Ford")
.jpg/200px-Lita_July_2017_(cropped).jpg "Lita")
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