Lyrics:
the floor
And I'm tryna make it to the Saint Andrew's door
That's the sound of the Glock
Even DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shot
I done messed
the floor
And I'm tryna make it to the Saint Andrew's door
That's the sound of the Glock
Even DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shot
I done messed
fallin'
When you get to the top
It's a long way down
You know you gon' end up crawlin'
Till you hit it or stop
Lead by example, respect the lyricist
My
DJ Khaled
Pat 'em down, count the money, let 'em see the work (yeah)
That's the definition of a major key alert
Another nigga gotta die, won't
hot shit c'mon
All my niggas in the place, all my bitches in the place
C'mon, c'mon, let's get to it
Let's get to it, let's get to it
All my niggas
on ratchets
Might get a night get an actress
Who give me the top when I slap it
Feeling like DJ Khaled
She grabbing on my dick getting careless
Man I had
Go get'em my
Nigga Imma pop a Bellaire bottle, when I see a model
Ice MB just get the music louder, Hear me kill it another
Beat, I'm just getting in
Aww yeah!
Hey, check it out..
DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house! (repeat 8X)
[DJ Quik]
Check it out...
Now I be knockin' bitches like it
your job (that's your job nigga)
To make you lift this tick, fuck it nigga blow a bottle
Let's perv, throw up, and drank again
Let's get high,
Hold up, hold up is that who I think it
Is coming in here
Girl that's Cassidy
Hold on lets go to the dressing room
Get our self together put
I’m fuckin' with bitches with
Scars and bullet wounds
Live in that Ferrari, sleep in it like a tomb
Soo Woo straight up out my mama womb, nigga
I'm in
40
Nah nah nah nah
Don't get me started
'Cause it can get retarded, you heard me retarded
Got a body bag
And a couple masks
I bust his ass and I
I've started winnin'
'Cause when I fail, it sucks
You've never been through what
I've been through
You'll never understand my pain
I gotta get a hold
view sick
Til im in that roofless
Like DJ Khaled with chewsticks
The ones chef dread be on when brown stew mix
They say a lot about me, I'll rock it when
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go
I said I'm Young by
Whoa whoa
We get it started in here
We start the party in here
Might take ya shawty in here
Yeah it is what it is
Don’t get me started in here
I get
Beg borrow
Buy my rap tape tomorrow
Tell DJ Pumpkin ?Keep it crunckin Clyde?
Request my tape when you go inside
So I can take Jane and girl
now she limitless (Limitless)
Ohh, let you start, I'ma finish it
(Finish it)
Ohh, skrrt, skrrt out the dealership
(Dealership)
Ohh, hunnid shows packed
Niggas sweat bitches
While bitches sweat the chill nigga in the sweats
If you don't get no respect
It really don't matter, you could be louis
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
twisted and I'm faded, I'm po'ing up and I'm driving
She foreign and exotic
She a ride it like Ferrari
Give her this and let her pop it
Give her this
all about to get ass
Sam coming through with a bottle of the Cap
Me and Dean 'bout to tube, Mark taking out the trash
Clean up my room, bitches 'bout
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Let me know
Yeah (let me know)
Let me know, let me know (DJ's on the beat, so it's a banger)
If you out here
gonna get started like this
And you know it, you know it
Everybody put your hands in the air
Let me see you put your hands in the air
If you came
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