Lyrics:
the feminine praise
In conjunction with no chocolate in the mix
White boy Roy cannot feel it
But the first to try and steal it
Dilute it, pollute it, kill it
You can run up nigga test ya luck
Them hollow tips gun' mess you up
Vest on my chest, keep a hammer by my nuts
Trust me boy I don't give a fuck
[X2]
a chocolate strawberry
Boys freshly dipped
It's so true
I'm aka saucy fondue
Gear sick when I walk by
You be like ha-chu
Mix Mike I got you
It's on this time
I
getting bodied by a Blondie with a bun
I go dumb up on the drums like du-dum
Who want some
Make them sick right to their stomach pop some tums
They been
for them all
And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball
A 92 but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash in the woods then I'mma
get you trickles
The best ballers pitch in and rub together nickels
But, tut-tut, he 'bout to change the price again
It go up each time he blow up
get you trickles
The best ballers pitch in and rub together nickels
But, tut-tut, he 'bout to change the price again
It go up each time he blow up
a three and a 0
Bought a yacht, put the kids on a boat
Put a brick in a figure the four
Got a stick, it's a Sig, it'll blow
Mix up a fo'
My bitch,
Brrt (yeah)
Brrt (yeah), brrt
Brrt (yeah), brrt
Brrt, brrt
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Good in the Bronx, boy, I'm good where you
for awhile long as I got money to blow
Call up Quote$ and set the play get zooted before we hit the door
I'm the T mix T don veteran held it down ten
Draco‘s when we hopping out you better get inside
Mix clicking with the switches by these bullet we abide
Chorus:
Keep my car in my garage cause we can't
up the lean by the liter
New drop top in the summer
Bitch I'm an animal, feel like I'm stunner
I'm a hot boy, shawty you don't got to wonder
On gang,
some change spent a buck one da shoes
Ain't no breaking the code but don't play by the rules
Man they hate when you lit wanna blow out ya fuse
Blow out
sour
Turning me up like the stereo louder
My chain it hit different colors like a flower
If a nigga think he fucking with me
Check him out cause that boy
the bar up, later on tear the car up
Flip a new one by the mornin', nigga back crunk
Good times, if you in the club blowin' good pine
Freakin' ho's while
lighters up in the sky when the nigga do it
For the homeboy Pac or league arrestin' him
Reefa smoking that good Keisha
Through a vaporizor with a feature
mybe cuz you lazy
& I'm too lit for you baby I go by FNN TBABY
I mix that drank wit that 4 & the gang be 4Mo
Nigga play ima blow
Lay him down innat
Haller my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin' up out the cain house
Nigga just for you I blow his brains out
I blow his brains out
Ill blow his
We're up all night just to live in better homes
And the price of this life is we don't sleep in these home
From boys to men and now we're all grown
My G's
and get your ass back in the game
By the way I put in work, boy I better blow up
By the way I put in work, boy I better blow up
By the way I put in work,
I did, I know it'd triple all my sales
And that's the fucked up part about this life
Don't nobody wanna see you do good
'til you goin' through hell
Good
I was young as hell with the ups, felt like seventh woods (yeah)
Walk through, get respected as a legend, Suge
Cuddy found a glitch, Cyber
Thugged out niggas boss up and don't stop
Blow! Blada baba bo, blada baba bang bang
Spice, Yuk and Bo we do the damn thang
Blow! Blada baba bo, blada
next week's break battle,
please sign up at the back
why'all having a good time?
I said why'all having a good time?
[Kurtis Blow] (Both)
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