Lyrics:
copped the same drop your reverend copped
Snotty nose, pops is locked, then the shells get dropped
You're balling 'till you up in court getting pressed for
that ass clap gon throw it back
Make it nasty girl gon shake that ass
Make it nasty if you wanna big big bag
Make it nasty girl gon shake that ass
a very bad guy
Very bad man
You can tell I'm wicked from the blood on my hands
You can tell im rich from these big blue bands
I can tell he know me I can
Trans Am
I've been movin' without hands, yeah
Damn Sam
Want us all under command
Lambs to the slaughter
Murderin' innocent sons and daughters
What
Riding through the 9-1-4 totin' Mac-10
And by Mac-10, I'm talking bout my mouth then
These lyrics just like bullets
How I shoot you in your ass, friend
Don
Come shake something
Masked up
Take something
No band
But my sticks
Got big drums
Sticks
Click
Blick
Blick
Situation got sticky
Had to pull out
your money pick all dat up by yo feet
See her dancing on her buddy another shot of Hennessy
Make it nasty as you want too if it was up to me
Drop hit
damn near 550 for a zip
I cop back to back like it ain't shit
Your favorite rapper don't know how to whip
Your favorite rapper don't know
'bout a split
out right with a hand clap or finger snap
No games, just gimme a beat by James
And I'll give some names to blow 'em up in flames
I'm a rap star
the strippers but I
Make the bands twerk
I'm thumbin' through it
Got my fuckin' hand hurt
Damn, fucked up my hand touchin'
All these damn bands
Got a Glock in my
hands in it
Real deep, quicksand in it, damn, nigga
Lil' nig' tryna skeet you need a band with it
Kick drum, high hatted snare with the bass
Told
You could make my underworld. Its a big dark world now, its a big dark hell.
Los sicka whacth out for your tails. lika purse told de a male. likea hog
the Chance up, Donnie Trumpet said bands up
Donnie McClurkin said stand up
I know contracts are like handcuffs
I know combat when it's hand to hand or with
wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me...
[Khalid]
Aiyo I live by the rules, trust nothing in skirts
Cause with that big butt and a smile,
The bricks is back, the bricks is back
Big 'Dow ain't the toughest
so I'll tell you right now when it's on it's nothin
Shadow gettin to bustin
[Verse 1 -
dressed in Tom Ford
I tell her keep clappin' that ass just like an encore
Yeah, big pimpin'
She been makin' it clap, no hands
Makin' love
Cooler than a fan (fan), money in my hand
Stashed in them brown paper bags with them rubber bands (bands)
I ain't got to say nothin', everybody know me
hand her a hunnid (What's that)
That's not enough to get a
Bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)
Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these
already know
Hands in the air
Then on your knees
Now, twerk it on the floor
Yeah!
We got the real ones throwing the bands
Hide yo babydaddy, hubby, and yo
saying?
Verse:
That shit out of my hands, out of my lane, out of my job descript (That’s out of my script!)
Lil shawty a fan, thotty for bands, I feel like
guaranteed to rock the stands
And make you (clap-clap-clap ya hands!)
The beat's too ill; you need Lysol to disinfect
Step up to me, and you might all be
to the big face hundreds, just bounce
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Hands is on her you know what
'Cause bands'll make her you
and you a demand
First time I got high was at camp with my band
God Damn
The irony
The I is we
The time is now
The mind is free
The why is I
The I is we
God
fourteen
No gold ropes, no diamond rings
But look at me now, ten years later
Ask any MC if I rap greater
See I'm known in Fresno, even the big O
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