Lyrics:
Nigga, don't get out of line
I got my nine on
Looking like Mike on the dream team
Sid Vicious flippin' on Mean Gene
In my cell, cellphone went ring-ring
He
Kick your door and pour a large amount (Ah)
Trash bags catch the shells from the pole (Brr)
Brr, brr, brr (What the fuck man? Didn't I tell you
Hot ish (hot ish)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Boom, boom, baby, ready to let it go (hot ish)
starte
Fresh boyz dem say we be hot cake
We dey hustle, we dey hustle everyday
Turn your speaker up cause this a vibe
From the bottom to the top joe we
that have you shooting up the club
Cause she a girlfriend killer call your girlfriend
Bonita apple bottom tats across her arm
(And on that yes)
She got
Christ, I got bitches
Only right, only right, only Dice, what I'm pickin'
Ain't a band, we be drummin', hate a man that be frontin'
Scraped your pan,
Everybody know my name I'm number one I'm number one
I'm number one in this bitch
Now they understand why I'm running this shit,
From the bottom
you pass me by
I like the way you move your body
Girl I must admit
You're looking real fit
Let's chill for a little bit
I know you wanna get with
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock
My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop
Since granddaddy old Desoto
And as he made his way through the forest
He drank from waterfalls
He drank so much he got caught in the torrent
Thrashing around in the vortex he
keep that on the DL
HAA! Asi mismo broder como?!
Yeah, Lil Jon, Eastside Boyz
P-I T slash Q Dash B-O-N get it right baby
From the bottom to the ATL
Haa!
wouldn't see nobody else
But I can't guarantee that by myself
You ain't my boyfriend (boyfriend, you ain't my boyfriend)
And I ain't your girlfriend
yugioh
Word up to my Asian girls, lovin on your sushi roll
The way that body’s lookin, girl I gotta see you dance
Your hips movin in circles got me in some
that I'd flash the nine?
And walk off with your shit like it's mine?
I'ma keep sticking niggas until I'm living
I'll rob Boyz II Men like I'm Michael
doom boom.
VERSE 1
The sun shining through the glass from the window where I stand. I'd like to venture out of here, but I don't think I can. My heart
game
But AIDS ain't got no fuckin name
All you chancy niggaz that's playin cute
Don't jump, without a parachute
Yeah here we go as I shoot from
dude don't got no brains anyhow! Shit
I got my bell bottoms on with my cherry incense
My tailor-made slacks with the dick print
My afro pick with
you got it from the bottom
(From the bottom)
To my niggas, yeah, we good, man, I got 'em
(yeah, I got 'em)
Yeah, look, how you like me now?
Brodie in
Just me and you girl
Whoa oh
Just me and you girl
Whoa oh
Trying to sneak upstairs to your apartment
Aren't you a sight for red eyes
I just
time you pass me by
I like the way you move your body
Girl, I must admit
You're looking real fit
Let's chill for a little bit
I know you wanna get
with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights (boom)
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine (nope)
And my lil' bitch say I
it's just swishes, boom
And you know I'm a floater, ballin'
Coachin' from from the ark, dark rivers, call Flipper my nigga
Say you got it for the low
to find me bring them bombs out (boom)
Got limbs from the body couldn't be found (hmm)
Got them boyz in the water with the swim team (wet em up)
Got
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