Lyrics:
I'm posted in the A
My chevy sittin low, my phantom ridin high
Them A's go up every time I ride by
Shawty whats up, I'm the shit
Yea you can do it, but
a winner
I'm in love and no beginner
Could ever grasp or understand just what she means
Baby, baby blue eyes
Stay with me by my side
'Til the mornin
Isley Brothers, hit it to some Sade
Hit it to some R. Kelly, and hit it to some Marvin Gaye
(Said don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, no)
See how I do
Isley Brothers, hit it to some Sade
Hit it to some R. Kelly, and hit it to some Marvin Gaye
(Said don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, no)
See how I do
on, let's get that money
It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the street
'Til I knock off this rock I don't get to eat
Sometimes that's like
getting that green, Wu-Tang called it C.R.E.A.M.
I ride with the team, my hustle's a dream
I'm Mexican born, but a Kenyan queen (ay, ay)
Like Kipchoge,
missed (go)
Fuck that smoke shit, I got ice on my wrist (ice)
Still get my hands dirty, I'll wash 'em 'til it's drenched (soo, soo, soo)
Look up in
some little kids
Balenciaga did some weird shit with some little kids (aw)
R Kelly put an album out admittin' what he did (aw)
Nobody care, he got
Leaves are fallin', it's September
The night came in and made her shiver
I told her she could have my jacket
Wrapped it tight around her shoulders
tonight
My thoughts get drowned until I feel alright
I keep drinkin' 'til I'm someone I don't recognize
I got wasted
I can never ever live without it
the non-believers"
Bounce, it's the new 12 play
Bounce though the pussy like L-way
Bounce, I wanna see your tail shake
Bounce when you hear are Kelly say
(Just time)
Yea I be talking bout Godzilla zilla till maybe
And the real slim shady can stand up, can stand up, can stand up (Stupid kelly)
You are like
Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P Diddy (hey, what up girl?)
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city (let's go)
Before I
, I'm an enigma
F- it, let's get to the meatballs
I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes, edumacator (they are)
Sh-, legends are made of, spit treacherous
One thousand different houses and Munchausen
I'ma make you wanna punch out some fuckin' one
"Ouch, what the fuck you hit me for?"
Screamed life
The work is hard til layin' by
Layin' by til pickin' time
Layin' by til pickin' time
It's hard to see by the coal-oil light
And I turn it off purty
wreck one more, so we can hit the store
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
(Big Moe)
Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside,
feel the grimiest
Now if Pete fell off then tell me, but it's unlikely
Cuz I stay with more 16s than R. Kelly
Fuck a 12 Play, this cut got 13 for your
the haters, watch it make me greater when I reach my goals
Kelly Slater as I send the wave near, you should sign a waiver as its coming close
It my pleasure
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Unnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
See my homeboys coolin way way out
Told them bout my mornin, cold bugged em out
Shot a lil dice til my knees got sore
Kicked around some
ass shaking like jelly
I can love you for free like my name was akinyele
Take you to the crib twelve play like r kelly
Mess around we gotta dilemma
to come get near me
Hit a killer to be a killer but ain't no skelly
Pissin' on 'em, we shittin' on 'em, but no R. Kelly
Speakin' country to Country,
house
It's all kinda zombies runnin' in and out
Who want the clout?
We hit him five time, that nigga died and came back to life
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