Lyrics:
I'm a dog, I'm a goat (goat)
I'm a west-side nigga, hit your friend on the low
I fly by in three million, tell 'em bye (skrrt)
And them diamonds
in your draws
Hit it from the back, while ya ass hit pause
Mr funkadelic off deep in ya jaws
I love the way you lick
It up on the sidewalls
Open up
hoes, I need a few/ New school my bitch, old school my coupe / Rally the shoes, T- top the roof/ Fear of God your boy really dripping/ Real nigga
bosses and take hostage
Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for
Run that shit up, baby, it's fire
O-M-G shway
Me and Tony on a date night
Stayed up for a late night
With his legs up, and my head down, We getting
the rhythm it was true religion we came towards
When Sylvia Robinson became a hip hop mogul
Who could've known we'd ever reach the tip top total
Or how one
on your head
And I'll point out everything
Your fake, you lie, you cheat, you steal,
And you do it all wrong
Idiots like you are the reason I rap my songs
swear that facts)
(When I hit it from the back)
I could tell by the look in your face
Cute brown skin with a lil Thick waist
So you gone (Act like That)
on your head at first glance
Woah what was that
Whipping I-40 with a pistol in my lap
Stomp it slap it swerving through traffic
YungBuk Hit it em with ouu
Stevie can't miss 'em clip 'em off at the tip
Me flossin' proprietorship
Kudos, from one Alfred, two Bills, white collars, bald heads,
Wingtips over
by nature's author
A floral figure born from the fauna, here no longer
Had she lost her way Dived too deep submerged in her work
Or maybe did she take
have you ever in your life experienced a day
where nothing at all seems to go your way
no matter how hard you try to get out of the rut
you just
to the top, if you coming book your ticket
Artic stars on the rocks, with the Henny come and sip it (hot hot) (Vic)
Glacier the gang we took off
Stars, ice
and the mouth on real slick
Keep your bitch ten toes like tips
Ima strip a bitch
Then ima dip
Ima tell a bitch when ima do this
Twerk that ass real fast
Tip me
expose
Im real from my head to gaddamn toes
I'm real, humble.
The creator is with me i really can not stumble
I'm a fucking lion In this concrete jungle
coming from
The clouds darken and I'm wishing that the sun would come
End up drunk before noon
Sun comes up slump with the moon
Let it bump in your
faking statistics
These niggas be leaving they lipstick
On top of my dick tip
Pussy I whiff it from miles away
I will never work with niggas that do
spent
On projecting the thoughts in my head
Forced myself not to think and go ahead
Record whatever I was feeling instead
Spoke from the chest,
to die by your side, oh
I spit on your grave fuckin' twice
You let your girlfriend fight your fights
I'm not surprised
I got thirty in the ice tray
I could
of the hip-hop tip grills your dome
You're toe ingrown low showin' you ain't got nobody home
Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out
Make out your will
of the hip-hop tip grills your dome
You're toe ingrown low showin' you ain't got nobody home
Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out
Make out your will
the lows
Now I'm high as San Dimas
On that mountain top, shit
Ya girl gimmie top head
She wanna go for a round two
She said, "I play like the top pick"
So, sing to me at the top of your lungs
And make it clear with tip of your tongue, child, yeah
Cause this is my love I won't leave it unsung
I don't
to your wife bed, satin
top bottom, side to side, yeah bitches it's craccin
Edd don't know no better he damaged, bit by a vamp, nicca he vampin
waitin in
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