Lyrics:
you
Hit me on my phone
When he gone and you sittin all alone
I want you
She love it when I throw her against the wall
Grab her by the neck
to my colony
I got the stuff that you like to cop
Get it from me you can stay awhile
Just like a hotspot we can connect
I bet i'll make your body hot
street literature
Used to lose battles on purpose so these cats can dream more
I want to see y'all shine without the use of a nine
You might see
the babacockie
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Sit down, sit, sit right there. What you want
I'm about to bring it back
Hit that, I'm
you by your neck
And give your neck a tongue lash
I need a woman that's compatible with this man
I want a woman who can wear lingerie and keep
I called it, and I be smoking exotic
Yaaaaa, blowing her back out
10 Million plays of a laptop
She want a booty no ass shots, I'm drippin sauce no
at the heaters I know they want more
If you don't know by now am one
Of the hottest chick around town
Tight to the figure and they ticket ma sound
Dimonds in
tomato sauce
You can catch me beatin off to a bunch of barbie dolls
Cable modem wired up my internet is fast as hell
I always use a VPN its helps me
on top
Always hungry for the green
Yeah we want more
Never turn back on the team
Never oh lord
Y'all know
We so live
And we coming for the trophies
That's
know that they want chains
They gon' be bangin' all to the end
No, wait, hold up, I mean my bros
We put you up, stuff out 'em hoes
Check how we roll up
went to Dave and Busters for a night
And she just wants to win the biggest doll
Took too long to get the tickets
So I’m giving her my credit card
finna get on that
That pistol be hot, it go in slow motion
That blower, you know it got blow back
I'm sticking you up, bro taking you down
Since you
it's a melody
Just young nigga out breaking stuff I guess you can call me a felony
And it's li' dre on the mic yea you know dat he going wild yea
DukeDaGod:
It's Dipset all day, The Movement Moves On
Cam'ron:
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In conjunction
the place all eyes on me like 2pac
Tell me what you thought
Baby I'm too hot
Roll up in a new drop
Driving by the haters who wanna play in my sandbox
And all
ding-a-ling in
Pumpin' that ass until your back starts stingin'
You had enough? Rough and rough
Gimme all of that good stuff
Huh? your pussy gettin' sore?
Identified by red eyes when I'm high
Denied - you won't buy
I'm lying through teeth
Deep breath
A sigh to relieve the stress
You couldn't even guess
How much I
ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew this
I'm crumblin' no time for fumblin' sellin' my sacks watchin' my back
Wettin' em up like
So I got in my car this morning and I drove to the local store
I was looking for some delicious looking ham. Oh boy, this stuff makes me cream
In my
Smoking by my lonely lonely
Ak forty seven for the hate
I'm counting Yoshi
Talking to my nigga for the pain
The devil want me
Leave it
This sounds like the boat I haven't bought yet
Too much cash I got no room in pockets
Get it how you want it
At some point in life you gotta leave
talking shit but can you bring me to my knees
I'm like a Doll so Kash me out, I got taste for Tiffany's
12 karat rings, the finer things you want some cream
a let you know, that stuff you pop is junk
Cause when I flow, it's the flava of the month
Hold up don't worry about nothin', tot shit in
at the stove cus the shit get hot
If you ain't tryna trap get the fuck out the spot
Duffle bag money I pull off the lot
We got plenty dope money invested in
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