Lyrics:
what my bitches be on
Bitches, bitches be on
My bitches, bitches be on
Verse 2:
Yo, yo, yo
I'ma give you something in rhythm
marks upon your body
Might even break your little Johnny
When you don't see me for an hour
I'm beating my meat in the ladies' shower
Demo man, I got
four might just
Turn up at your show me watching in a venue
Man we're leaving with your soul
I ain't tweeting little hoes
I need my P's to come and grow
it back a little bit deeper
Sir Psycho, Sir Psycho, yeah (he's the man that I met one time)
Sir Psycho, Sir Psycho, yeah (he's the man that left me
it back a little bit deeper
Sir Psycho, Sir Psycho, yeah (he's the man that I met one time)
Sir Psycho, Sir Psycho, yeah (he's the man that left me
a castrate
Mystery man
He sits here with father
We seem so in love too
Open up a cat skin
White with a pretty hand
Wish the little beast gone
Head bopping out of bombay
Wave your hands, if you smoking by the palm trees
Bust a little quick dance, for the contrary
Awww man, conquer all
a bang. I’m a gun slinging, cowboy singing, tough mother fucking man: John Wayne and add some some Cash in his hand. I Gotti the touch and John will grease
to been a While since a man
Made cha Smile
Mean While let me grab you by the Hand and
Give you a Little taste of Romance
I'll start with a Rose right before
little rule
And give yourself the other hand?
C'mon and give yourself a hand
C'mon and give yourself a hand
C'mon and give yourself a hand
C'mon
huming, I got the Funky-Drumer druming
My trunk be shaking, vibrating and rattling
Pumping so loud, all the shorties be battling
A right-hand man's here
huming, I got the Funky-Drumer druming
My trunk be shaking, vibrating and rattling
Pumping so loud, all the shorties be battling
A right-hand man's here
good
When you're by my side
Check like Johnny Depp
Playing the role of a fly guy
Whatever
I thought together
We're tougher than leather
And never
honest I ain't feelin' like that, man I just really like rap
Y'all lucky, trust me
I'm opposite the hands of Sandusky
With the shit that my pen state,
switchin' plans
I'ma tell you what you feel next like the weatherman
I will split heads and break necks for my little man
6 God, praying hands like I'm
trying to turn ya on
With a little squeze, but it's just a tease
Give it some time, she'll be on her knees
Then I'll pick her up, so I can work the butt
Mad stressed
(Yo, just chill bro, chill man)
Nah, nah, I gotta get this money
(Yo, chill you got everythin' goin' for you, man)
I ain't got
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
From the streets of miami,
To presenting at the Grammys
Con el muslito de Jennifer,
Maybe now you understand me
Clap your hands, go clap your
Hey there, here I am
I'm the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you got to come home with me
I forgot some good old lovin'
And I
Strap them kids in
Give 'em a little bit of vodka in a cherry coke
We're going to Oklahoma to the family reunion for the first time in years
It's
some east side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some west side niggaz and we runnin this shit
[DJ Paul]
I'm from that Memphis 10 Bitch
Who gives a fuck
hands
And they say
Little Man you know you're all we've got
Wonder why you're not in the limelight
Keep it up keep it up keep it up
But don't you give it
Say we a come in wid a force, yeah
Blessings we ahreap pon we course inna hand full
We nuh rise and boast
Yeah, we give thanks like we need it
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