Lyrics:
Right up in hurr, is the sweet spot
Stay right up in hurr, and don't bend wit da pre'sure
Is that what it is? The cake will do
Uhh, uhh uhh,
and a dime, so turn it up
Turn it up! Turn it up
This is it! This is it
We the shit We the shit Get with it!
Give a fuck Give a fuck
Who you wit Who you
Its gotta be tru
Mix mastered and marked
Somebody sell it
Fuck wit a no limit nigga over there talkin bout
Bitch I'm here to tell it
I GO (Lyrics)
(Na, n***a, we ain’t the same.)
(Y’all n****s can’t feel the kid.)
(y’all n****s don’t know the pain.)
This is a Lil Rambo
from his Jeep (hey, hey, hey)
I see hoes biting, y'all don't wanna brawl
That's like D-Bo fightin' Peablo Bryson (I'll shit on you)
Fuck what you
away from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (bitch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade,
Yeah
Every hood's the same,
Every hood's the same,
C'mon
[Chorus]
The give us guns and drugs,
They wonder why we fuck wit thugs,
They want
shit I won't let on
(Fuck wit' my head)
My momma never told me she loved me
How the fuck I expect someone else to?
It’s a cold world (Leave me slow)
Call me the swamp thing, yall headed in the wrong direction like you hit the subway and caught the wrong train,
So don't fuck wit it, I'm sendin'
stainless Coupe and Verts brainless
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the chain danling, y'all know that i'm form C.P
[Hook]
[Andre
looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole
So as we continue to radically blaze the fifth
Flame the iron, not giving a fuck, y'all
blame her cause she dirty dancin wit tha dirty Dan (that nigga Dan)
Fuck a couple bands like Fire Fest ayo fuck the rest (fuck them niggas)
Yo boyfriend
to ashes
We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound
You either up or down, don't get that ass kicked
Ya'll niggaz fuck around, y'all only tough
some shit
Crossed the wrong one, he found out he didn't know who he was fuckin wit
Wyte, backed up by Triple Six
In a nut shell don't fuck wit this
Ya'll Can't Fuck Wit Us, At All
We Can Go To War For Years
Let's Do It Man (Our Grandsons Could Get It On) Its Nuffin
Let's Do It
[Cam'Ron]
Yo
me then, can't fuck wit me now
We dash by the cops, my speakers too loud
Test none of my hittas, that shit'll go south
You fuck wit me now, you'll get
as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
You match now, back down
Niggas love to hate you, but
as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
You match now, back down
Niggas love to hate you, but
got me smokin' big weed wit yo baby mommie.
[Chorus]
40,
Y'all better our name ain't reefa,
Or I be hittin mo bank jobs than Latiffa,
Get
step like we in the club
I'm cool off a ten but i bug off a dub
Cant fucc wit a skeezer cuz that shit a dub
Play the whole game the fuck is a sub
Cant
you saw me go mud to da sun
W/it huh yum
clways seem to have the gleam you got lucky huh
Zzz
Zzz
Zzz
Y'all still sleeping on me huh
Even when you saw
"what the fuck is up?" Talk shit we gone fuck you up
High as fuck, goin' blunt for blunt. You want to stunt wit' us, then don't front wit' us
I told these
ridin' 'till we die
Straight gangstafied y'all, betta reconize
Sent the clique to fuck
We be pushin over bitches 'bout they motherfuckin buisness
your receipt, fuck sweet and far from it,
which one of y'all want it?
Hundered shop by the hundred, y'all cats will never want it
Gun it,
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