Lyrics:
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(Chorus)
Put your ass in reverse baby (back up)
It don't involve money then (back up)
Dawg, get from me and (back up)
Everytime I fall I
moneyman
(Chorus: Ice-T)
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your
sevens mack holder spray seven at your back soldier
I walk through the club like everybody pussy
Yeah T.I. with me snatching everybody cookies
gettin' laid
That's what I'm taught by the media
Television tellin' my vision to get greedier
Come now everybody stay tune like T-Pain
Operate the drive
upside down
Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now
That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back) (Slim Shady) I'm back
me bo rrep po ti nuk di
Mbylle gojen dhe mos fol ti
Shut up! Mos fol ti shhhhh! Mos fol ti
Shut up! Mos fol ti mbylle gojen
Dhe mos fol ti shut up! Mos
When You See Me Come Around Buss Down,
(Buss Down)
Buss It Open Get Low
Buss It open To The Floor
Back It Up
Back It Up
Back It Up
Back It Up
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't want to dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall) Tell me
How you
ba bere
Only rough life la ma embrace
E je sara brief little story ni pa padi mi kan
Omo pastor lo je ni hood but oma ji ikan
Tio ba ti wa Ile mi by
of a
Wave of
Emotions
You hit me like a Tidal Wave
You're like a time bomb tickin' away
cnd now I'm tryna hide My Love
Before it blows up in my face
Ti ti
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall) tell me
How you
antidepressants
Back in my mind, I was sinning for sex, back in my mind, I was counting for minutes
Tryna get by, but i'm sitting on lessons
I'm tryna get by, i'm
Don't forget, to remember me
(Let's get 'em, Mary)
(T.I.)
Don't forget, to remember me (ay, don't forget shawty)
I'll be back, so remember me
sevens mack holder spray seven at your back soldier
I walk through the club like everybody pussy
Yeah T.I. with me snatching everybody cookies
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
on the flow
Fucking up a check I'll get it back by tomorrow though
Switching up them gears I know I got me a Ferrari flow
Fast cars fly clothes cash money is
Hold up
Lil ling baby
Throw that shit back bitch
Drop that ass down pick it up slow (real slow)
Babygirl lemme see u get low (get low)
Goin shake
taking my heart out of me
But how could I know I would lose myself trying to get a tí back again
You opened my heart like no un ever did
Losing a tí made
to match,
By the time I get done you’ll already be attached
I’m the type of nigga you can introduce to momma,
Then I beat it up call it blunt force trauma,
yeah
Of coarse he did
Back up, Back up
Back up, Back up
Back up, Back up
Bitch
Get out my huh
Personal space
Yeah yeah
Back up, Back up
Back up, Back
rump
Get down
Get up
One thing I ask of you (okay)
Let me be the one you back that ass up to (come on)
Go from Malibu to Paris, boo (yeah)
Yeah I
shit started way back on the Nawf
Came up on a pack, put it back on the Nawf
I run with the sack and go back to the Nawf
Shout out freaky Zeeky,
Wake up homie
Ayy, them people, they coming
Listen
Ayy, wke up
Ayy, homie
You gotta get up
Ayy, them folks is at the door, man
Get up
Get up
world
use the muscle to the hustle get cha bread up keep ya head up dawg
(big phil dis one fa you pimpin)
Verse 2: (T.I)
I had a partna name phil who
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