Lyrics:
N9ne units sold
And whoever you bitch niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes log
Lee Joe'll tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my dog!
east
And feel like they could be at home
Dem get tricked by the beast
But a where dem ago flee when the monster is fully grown?
Solomonic linage whe
I was out shopping wit some of my partna's
When we get poppin we might spend a bag
Where I'm from it's silent but it's get still violent
Likely
ain't with the gimmicks
I'm just trying to kick back yuh
Girl lead me through the night sky
Poppin off like July
I ain't tryna really get by
Yeah
deck it,
When I heard this beat knockin' foe' sho I had to wreck it,
C'mon!
Disrespect, get checked,
Snatch you up by your neck,
Young money
in my head
I hope I can get out of it again
The constellations tell me I am done
From burning inside of the sun
I sit on my moon
Where did I go wrong?
of the dope
Balled up like nuggets
I get it by the truckload
Boxed up like Huggies
Hooked up with Paper Route
We ‘bout to make it ugly
Shouts out to Daddy-O,
Stop and watch me baby just like that
Lil baby from the westside
And he know I get it poppin' that's on site
Pretty bitch slim thick that's his type
don't really care
Cause I ride on 'em I style on 'em
Yea I lean on 'em yea I flash on 'em
Yea I know that's the way you like it huh?
Yea that's
Sweet Jones, check it out
Uhh, I stay on the grind, fuckin' ho' defined
Get ten all the time, lay my life on the line
Sippin', smokin' 'dro, pimp dick
and to have all the riches
But stay on they phone and that shit lookin' lazy
I’m in my room my keyboards my expression
But don’t get it twisted hoe you cannot
later Ima switch up my tone
Used to struggle keeping on the lightbulb
Now I’m thumbing through it like some vinyl
Feel like I’m workin' at the Dow Jones
count it up
A hunnid bands, can't get enough
There's more to life, there's more to love
Cuz what you think, is what you become
I been countin' checks
Nathaniel Jones his name is better known by Black Starr Im Saying
Black Starr Its the legend of the Black Starr Black Starr Black Starr when the evil attack
Jones me oh
No dey bobo me
Make you no dey Jones me oh no dey bobo ah yeah
Wahala on the rock
Wetyn I fit do to get you out of my mind
And me I no fit
Poppin the flow like its Sierra Mist
I just take all these shots and you know I don't miss
Poppin the flow like its Sierra Mist
I just hop on the jet
Is she sippin or not
Let's just slip to the spot
Because you're missin the top
Like I'm whippin the pot
Any thotty in here Wanna get it
I could pop
it started
Ring around the wrist like I’m Jordan
Throwin’ my fits
Get it poppin’
I don’t even care what you are saying cuz
Chorus:
Imma get crazy
day, sipping rose by dawn ya
If I want it
Get it started
Ring around the wrist like I’m Jordan
Throwin’ my fits
Get it poppin’
I don’t even care what
day, sipping rose by dawn ya
If I want it
Get it started
Ring around the wrist like I’m Jordan
Throwin’ my fits
Get it poppin’
I don’t even care what
got it, man, she does it all
She gets it poppin' with no hands
I'll make it pour
I'll make it rain on 'em
I'll lay a game to 'em
I'm gassin' misses
Ready, ready, ready to get it poppin', no stoppin', so let me know
Is this what you want? (Yeah-yeah
Ready, ready, ready to get it poppin'
I bet we can
federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the corner's younger
I smell feel touch
the fence, brick stashed in the hood
Top work by the inch, I bag it, it's gone
Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones
Some niggas ball, some niggas do
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