Lyrics:
whippin mini vans now to 2 seaters
Bitch we going deep like it’s from the back
In the booth making plays now we flipping tracks
I wasn’t nothing back now
niggas
All this shit I've seen done made my blood thicker
Spill promethazine inside a double cup
Double up my cream, now that's a Double Stuff, yeah
When I call the play, it's a touchdown
I'ma beat it down, money, need a pile of it
Blowin' strong and I even fly with it
Team that I'm with, they
I'ma be-L-double-O-D
Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P
Inside a Ferrari with the D-are-E
Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G
Walk through 8
a truck
Double M be the clique my coupe more than your bus
Think it's all façade, but nigga just double R
See me jumpin' on stage, more chains than Mardi
Baby, you and me
We're like TNT
Light the dynamite
Too much trouble
Double down tough
Danger you, Danger Me
Danger Us
People, don't always know
We're really M-A-D (lit up)
From the cage to the stage we come to play
[DJ Quik] AMG let 'em know
[AMG]
Wit more bounce than a b-ball, me and Q see-saw
Which is really on the wall
I got a color TV, so I can see
The Knicks play basketball, hear me talkin' 'bout
Checkbook, credit cards, mo' money
Than
y'all niggas claim to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's hair in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for that encore,
Girl stop all the talking and
Get on your knees
You fuck my cash you gone gees (yeah)
Play with my money you get in trouble
When I beating up coochie I’m
to the test
Ill knock you out your socks, run your ass off the stage
I'm pushin major weight, makin plays like Willie Mays
Over the shoulder i get colder
could we, I mean could you like you said teach me to play catch?
Yeah... sure
But I gotta get this done, okay?
Okay thanks
Have I become my 90's dad?
Too
cant love her
Line em up give them hoes to my brudda
Niggas is bitches they play undercover
Times three make em leak triple double
Bitch on my line like
Get it back hit the switch for the replay
Get the sauce, make it splash with some OJ
I chop it up, double down for the runway
She tryna ride, I'm
the onslaught
And he won't stop 'til he got that juice, Yo Gotti
Got to double back like I'm McFly (Fly, McFly)
Flyest guy sitting high in the night sky, you
(Mess with the racks you know we don't play, Mess with the racks you know we don't play)
Mess with the racks you know we don't play, load it up all
Double my cup gon' make me lazy pre roll shit gon' have me faded
Give her this dick gon' drive her crazy I can't miss this glock got laser
All in
Tyson's punch out
In my living room
Contra over at my friend's home
Double Dragon was my shit bro
Wrestlemania and Battletoads
I miss Atari and Nintendo
like I'm fifty in my city
Don't you play with me
I say what I want
Guess that's why I got these enemies
I don't take it back
Double my flow
Hunnid racks
can't be over here
Why the fuck is you over here?
Bitch try hit a lick, that's a double dare
If you got you a chop, wave it in the air
I just rolled up
Back drop scenery
Filled-pot greenery
Straight bops play
Wound up on auxillary
Got a lot of knives in my way
And it's killin' me
And they hate you
out
100 round drums, .223’s gone play a note
I'm a 38 baby, like a nigga ain’t going broke
Nigga want smoke, swear to God he gone fucking choke
Lil Ace
vet
Dawg, stop hating on me and
Go and get a check had to turn around
My backseat a fucking mess
Double G's on me
You will never catch me wearing Guess
a needle
I tell you I want you but
Bitch I don't need you
Foreign bitch with me just like William Regal
Play bout that bitch
This Lelo on my leave a lil boy
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