Lyrics:
sayin'?
Get in where you fit in, hoes
Before you need a check up from the neck up
Peace out
Fuck these bitches, man
Fuck these bitches, $hort,
Let's
Blowin O for be , I pack the seed I-3
28 is a fact in V-I-P
You can see how it be when we by (let's go)
Bottles of Dom, keep a model a arm (c'mon)
dippin' to my hide-out
Big dipper 'cause you sippin' on my bottle
Only fuckin' with them A-listin' models
Now let's get it like
Low fitted, if you done
Let's get it
Ain't none but a
Aww man
Uh
It's a celebration tonight
Celebration ladies and gentlemen
Yung Mel and showtym baby
We in here
Supa let's
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All my niggas out! Come on Let's
Bounce Bounce
What is there to doubt?
Ok I get it
You want me to get this shit litty
Fuck it I'll come to you city,
just loving it
That's for them other niggas, that's for the other bitches
That ain't for you dawg, that's for them other niggas
That ain't for you
them bitches
(Woo) 40 with a 30 round clip
(Grrt) , now who wanna see me? (Woo)
And that foreign go skrrt, I
Let down the window
Blowing gas like it's
get fucked
We be drinking drdrdrinking drinking 'til we get drunk
So Chug,Chug,Chug,Chug
It started off with just us being bored, when that 40oz bottle
Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, let's go!
Yo! Yo!
Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word
that my fuckin' glass is full so
It's like a message in a bottle
My lyrics sealed so you can't even follow
You ain't gonna know shit the second I close
people that put me upon the pedestal
You got me thinking like how the fuck I attracted you
Had to get it out the mud by my lonely I'm feeling red to you
I
you'll get greeted
By the 380 colt mustang in my pocket
I had a few drinks already, don't make me cock it
Cause if I have to cock it, well then it's
non-existent bitches missin'
I gave it Robert Rudolf
Or Puss in boots with his boots off
I had a new boss
Check the southern slang boy gotta troop drawn
Puttin' a clip in it
Trimmin' it off the women
I'm swimming
It's odd to me your words are kind of drippin'
I'm trippin'
Your flow's non-existent bitches
never be hot so my jacket is chilling
Wang I finesse I might jump on a Gucci to flex
But it's savage by strokes and I kill it
Coolest DJ told me get it I
You know I ain't come to play, let's get it (turn me up)
I'm snappin' off the rip
Your hoe say I'm her favorite nigga (hah)
You probably don't
all on my haters (woo)
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper (woo)
Glock ten with that laser (yeah), fuck around meet yo maker (ha)
automatic kicking like soccer
Bottles popping it's popping, twenty bitches around us
I just slide her the numbers, so if she hit me I count her
I canary
P]
Life to me ain't nothing but bitches and money
[Master P and DJ scratching]
Life..life...life...life
every last one of 'em
It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
I better meal my deal, my
but I won't let it get to me..
Everybody has a crossroad
You can either decide to continue
Or to quit
What the fuck you mean
Watch me rap like I just
This is no longer music, it's a celebration homie.
Let's make a toast (toast), to the young don,
And to the gangstas until they post pone,
Tryin' to get a session with DJ Khaled and make him all lay on the floor
Tryin' to let that rookie open my venue and kill his whole clique at the show
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