Lyrics:
that kinda night
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday night
Gotta get a little
Dick swingin like shit went well
Call it the mighty Joe Young
Double-swirl slush, Wonder Woman, sapphire shit with the pearls
It looked real
doesn't wanna be my Neighbor
Fuck it I hate hoarders
I hoard dvds of hoarders
Before I place orders
Of eight quarter
Bags of coke when I spray Corners
some young rich real shit, bitch
Fat racks in my pocket, got them poppin' hoe
Foreign bitches on my body, think they tropical
It's always money over
dinero
Like Joe Pesci, Hov' is so deadly
In the middle of the ocean, racin on jet skits (*PYOOM!*)
Get your mind right or get it on your left sleeve
blowin' exotic)
(Party girls be gettin' it started)
Fill my cup 'til I'm lethargic (hey)
Might not make it home 'til morning (yeah)
Pockets fat, yeah,
a friend to me
Fat Joe, he call me literally, put me on a track instantly
Caribbean connection put me all the way up
What goes up must go down, so Thugga
light it up, pass it to the right nigga
Our bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas yeah
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em (yeah)
Bail any
It's about time that we take this back BIG NO and FAT K how we make those tracks get the whole Club packed Bout to make those stacks lay it down flat
(Hook) 2x
Girl you know you poppin
Anything you need you got it
Anything you want you buy it
You don't need a man you got it
You know you ain't
make it rain in the Club Wear a Poncho
Got purple rain in my cup feel like Fat Joe
I'm Leaning I'm Leaning I'm Leaning
I'm Leaning, So Lean Back
They
Yeah
Yeah
Facts
Ay, I'm poppin' but ain't nothin' new
You part of the crew
I know what it's like to take L's
I'm a shark and I'm doin' so well
I get up
Tattoos on my body
Being followed by these Hotties That's ya Bitch yea probably
Get it Crackin Get it Poppin
I ain't worried bout nothing
Back
the CVS
Told her bring that lean back like Fat Joe
Like Fat Joe
You niggas rapping but y’all really just not fucking with me
Y’all claim y’all trappin' but
time Dax K-poppin'
Stick on my hip, I'll clean the whole room
But don't be alarmed, it's Dax
I'm just moppin' that's off-topic
Let me tell you somethin'
him fuck it up
(Yo that's that shit!)
Awww shit, I got your head bobbin'
Ain't no stoppin' 'cause the shit that I'm poppin'
Is from the heart so
pussy out, fight night, nigga
I'mma light it up, pass it to the right nigga
Our bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas yeah
You can tell by the way
the streets by storm
Group cosigned with the courtesy of the Storm
Now I'm tryna reflect the tone
Like the tsunami storm
Tell Joe and Dame I get it, I put
could use more green
Gotta get this cream by any means, yo necessity, yo
Best believe tho, the cheddar brings mo jealousy, so it could be the death of me
like Fat Albert
It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it
It's the Method
Break:
All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
a fiend fuckin' little Raheem
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him
a fiend fuckin' little Raheem
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him
N-I-N-E-T-I-E, apostrophe S, see
And I might stop to step to a sexy
Fancy, prancy and dancy
No cosmo stomp, here's the true form
Style's so fat, it gets fitted
his jeans then I'm robbin
Might, walk around like the thing get to cockin (what?)
But I ain't even tryna be seen when it's poppin
You ain't seen hoppin
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