Lyrics:
please wash these lames away
And ironically, that's the name of my song
That's gold with no fuckin' radio play
Now it's back to the topic
Let me hit you
Hits, I be the most that they had
Wherever I go they be following back
I know it's making em mad
Da haters be lurking to see how I last
See how I last,
Had to dub back for da remix catch a nigga lackin on some sweet shit
Live by da gun you gon die by it, I really practice wat I'm preachin
Fareal tho
it's my last day
Fuck like it's my last day (yes sir)
Fuck boys wanna blast me (Juicy J)
This might be your last day (Joe Budden let's get it)
But it
hoes by 6 pack
Hit em wit da get back
Don’t know where he get dat
Said he bout it, he can’t get his shit back
Can’t nobody fit dat
His bitch so we
want
Got what you want
Get it from me
I got what you want
Got what you want
I got what need
Got what you need
I got what want
Now, tell ya
you want
Got what you want
Get it from me
I got what you want
Got what you want
I got what need
Got what you need
I got what want
Now, tell
my bed, that's a dub
Ass fat got me sayin' damn
If I hit it from the back the bounce back gon be real fam (Bounce)
If you with it let's ride (Let's
done talkin', I come walkin', short stalkin'
If it's beef, I shine in the dark an' I keep my gun sparkin'
Well, it's Da' Durty, we young figgas, plug
' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South
It's Boondox like that low-down, nasty, filthy fella from the Field
Dedicated to southern
both throwin' up
But its all good cause she still wanna hump
And I bang bang bang til the sun came up
Hit the new boyz say come pick me up
Den dey pulled
the hottest so the
Hottest I deserved the ball
It's that Cocaine Mafia connect
Juicy J, Project Pat, Montana, roger that
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm
donk
Girl don't hurt nobody
Toes all painted, feet all out
It's an aphrodisiac for
The mall without a doubt
Juicy chunky stanky funky
Gut slappin'
sucked
When I was on the couch
My nigga walked in
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
My nigga took her mouth
By love real my nig
17s
you know what I'm saying dice games going on, no crystals
Fifths in the back pocket and its going down nigga we on top
[Chorus]
Drove to my lippa,
pretty
It's all about game
'Cause with no game, it's hard to maintain for so long, man
From Long Beach, California, from Tulsa, Oklahoma
To 9th Ward in
from me before I tear it down
Bloody moves, word to Cardi
But you set a meeting up with all of these rappers
I'll walk away with bloody shoes (crown)
shit only show them real niggas you don’t really want it
So keep calm and get money
[Verse 1:Juicy J]
30 block, 30 rounds, AK 100+
Better know it’s
On da strength of da inf
From long range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit
Ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya
You need an MD
[Redman and Erick Sermon]
Live at the tunnel why'all
Big Kap and Funk Flex (look around)
Hit me back why'all, Def Squad why'all
Hold it down,
the deal from the front door
Fuck me right and suck me tight
And you just might hit the blunt hoe
I don't stunt and blow smoke up your ass baby
But don't
Crusin' Farsier Blvd made a
Right on Hollywood mayn
Just bought a sack from the
Crest it's all good mayn
In the hood mayn it's the project nigga
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
got that everythang)
All hits, no miss
Them other bitches
(tryna imitate)
That waist, them hips
Them juicy lips
(got me going cray)
Girl dont trip
You
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