Lyrics:
never hit it on me
Hit it back before me, yeah, yeah
Lost a lot of relationships
I ain't never change it
I ain't never getting back, yeah
I ain't
Ooh
a second
I'm back with a record that's hot as shit
Now watch it flip
To lots of
To lots of chip and i'm dipping like guac
Bitch I be sticking to getting
the raps
We know a lot about the world
But start facing' the facts
That not
Everything they say is a fact
So what chu' making of that
Mister yes sir
Breakin'
I touch down in Heathrow, I got the jet lag
Hop on a train, head straight to Paris
Need to get back
I need that Porsche, yes sir Dior need to go get
Just clean my fancy car
Picked up my fancy clothes
And we only in the hot spot,
No, we got the bomb,
We got the bomb
This is Byrd gang money,
This is
On them 22's back seat in the concept
I take full responsibility of infire
I won't stop rocking till I retire
I'm so in the mix, so so sick
I know just
of a potato
Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker
Riding by myself, smoking weed by the acre
Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater
Leave you with some
of a potato
Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker
Riding by myself, smoking weed by the acre
Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater
Leave you with some
I'm the boss type, I ain't never fell in line
I ain't nothin' like these fake Gs
When they smell a line
I don't mix every niggas stories
When I'm
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talkin'
Lookin' for a ten and they give your five
Well it's tough
You talk to the boss,the boss is gruff
You ask for a raise and they call your bluff
You may get
a thug zone, so I mash on
Floss mode, when the mix is thick
Throw your deuce up quick, I'm bout to crash your chick
It's the Boss of the North,
come by this way
Put some shrooms on a PBJ, dig in my mind state
Learned a lot, had to sacrifice just to get what I got
Ain't a lot that know about
Real playa shit in the parking lot
He ain’t talking paper
What he talking bout
Play with paper it’s addition got a large amount
Seen niggas
the back tipsy
We gets in for free ea'eday wit' me
Two steppin', you see each crew reppin'
Slippin' on the floor
Mirrors and walls is sweatin'
Shorty in my
Up-a-Lot, Sir Uppington, nigga
Yeah Keep going Ugh
Stripper with a ass that can swallow up a g-string
And a throat that could swallow up a anything
That's my
didn't use his gun, but face (damn)
Know my face-card good, know why? 'Cause I done ate a lot of plates (I did)
Back in the day, no bitch in me, ayy,
was told.
Yeah.
Well, the artist
looked at the producer
The producer sat back
He said What we have got here
Is a pretty good track
But we don't have
dome and then I'm vanishing
Bitch I take shits a lot, cause I got such a fat ass, like Sir Mix-A-Lot
Got some buzz like I'ma need 'bout 1.21 gigawatts
I
bidness"
I love her fitness, I am a witness
Like Sir Mix-A-Lot, I, I cannot lie
When it comes to behind, you cannot deny
She got a lot, 'cause she is "fot,"
passé
And I'm to rad to stay
'Cause darling, no one listens
When you've got nothing
Queer to say
Now, hang on there
Sir "Glam-A-Lot Supreme"
For where
upgrade you, no more Levi's girl
I'm a show you finer thangs you can cruise the world
And when we come back you gon' have bluest purse
Yes sir
"In this country a man's home is his castle."
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
"In this country a man's home is his castle"
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
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