Lyrics:
got me doing, baby?
(Meet me at the hotel room)
I'ma bring my girlfriends
Meet me at the hotel room
I'ma bring my girlfriends
(Meet me
occasions (We was starving)
We come from the bottom of the bottom
Just keep it real (Yeah)
You don't got to fake
I told my brother keep working
Money gon come
the bottom
We got them things
Straight war uncut
All right dog, Miami we're been slept on
Keep snooping if you want to
And find your mother try to wake
gone like what I do
Shots
Boom
I stick n move
Pick em off by the two's
I swear all you hear is a
Boom
Shots
Boom
Glock
Broom
I get em all in the mood
hit a lick lick
Boy I come straight from the bottom
Had to come up now I'm rich rich
I make your girl wanna holla
She bout to send me a pic pic
She
the cherry
Never Maraschino go Casino on canaries
Got your face in a vice Soundwaves through your device cnd I'm just breaking the ice Live by the shake
Only when you not here
Only when you not near
I be hitting rock bottom
Don't you take your love babe
We just coming up
I'm so sick of hitting rock bottom
up your zen" (I got you, nigga)
Look, rollin' big backwoods, the dog style
(Uh, huh) my niggas lurkin' broad day
Not only when it's dark out
(My niggas
)
bunz, bunz bunz (sh-she got)
bunz, bunz bunz (said she got...)
I like big bunz and I can not lie (lie)
so if you got some and I see you walk by (by)
I
off your head, fuck a vest (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom), you ever seen brains scattered? (ah)
Right in front of mama love, that type of shit don't
me (I'm keepin' 'em with me)
That bitch broke your heart, got you roamin' the city (boom)
I got me a thirty, but I tote the fifty
Let's not talk
and the drinks free
7 thousand women all single up in V.I.P.
Not tryna catch a charge, shorty can I see I.D.
See your teeth, see your feet, if they pretty see
the shop, but I can't say no more
Switching lanes, playing by my rules, I write my own script
Why you mad at me? Your bitch was choosing, she was on my tip
chest -- it gots to be hot
Uh haha, stop, 'Clef can I rock, yo
Get out the bathroom, let me go again from the top
Feel this composition, I wrote it in
chest -- it gots to be hot
Uh haha, stop, 'Clef can I rock, yo
Get out the bathroom, let me go again from the top
Feel this composition, I wrote it in
some more
Green light ina' four by four door (Boom)
One, two rude boyz gon' murder you (Aye')
Three, four cloth made of Dior (Ye')
Five, Six Suave hit
highly
Yeah every cypher these niggas think of me highly
This is sponsored by Visine, how low can your eyes be?
Lately they sleeping around me, fuck I
hammer, I nail it (boom)
L-O-V, I don't know how to spell it
Got your boyfriend mad, that lil' boy jealous, damn (boom, boom)
I know how you get (I
Lick her
Mary Jane got that smell
Pockets swell
If you sell
What I held
Could put your motherfucking ass in jail
Bongs, blunts, joints, pipes, Cones pass
I say my prayers with you
You ain't afraid of no man
Got 30 rounds in your clip
I feel your strength in my hands
I like them Gen 2s, Gen 3s, and Gen
marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
if I pinch your hand
Get slapped if you’re with your gang
Got a safe in the wall
Where the picture hangs
You ain't a G neither like Switzerland
Fuck
other clients girl
Now listen up close, I won't say it again
Skip a dog your cat is a man's best friend
Lil' Jon and Luda on the first test flight?
From
So lit
Dank Boyz
Dank Boyz
Heartless I'm ill
All these girls in my dm need to take a chill pill
You think I care about your feelings biscuit real
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