Lyrics:
mouth
Beatin it out, yeah we freaked it out
You sure know how to get a brother off off ya good when ya skeetin it out
So we seepin out, creepin out
Hittin
gon puzzle ya body together
Playin wit birdie but I ain’t no jit
Pull up on 30s like how do Dey fit
I do you dirty hoe, you ain’t on shit
You lookin
provocative
Move provocative
Move
When you hear this beat, ma-ade by timothy
Everybody hands go high (go high)
Can ya move that hi-dee-hi? (Hi-hi)
Can
dis ya song ma, dis ya song
How you doin ma, dis ya song ma, yeah come on ma,
dis ya song ma, dis ya song ma, dis ya song
I go by the name
And hit you with lines of how your O.R.
Good with seein in the field, good with the solo
Half Spanish nigga cook a brick with adobo
Smoke weed holdi'n my
don't know the whole fire
In the dark, shoot sparks like rim with no tire
I don't deal with the lames, I'd much rather blow by ya
They known to spit
everybody wants to do it like me
No you don't do it like me
Nah, no we ain't the same
You're never gonna do it I'm doin' it again
Boy Better Know, were
a song all by myself I did the mix and mastering
It's just a miracle how this shit happened
Dropping videos on Facebook now I'm really rapping
Got
Shawty, lady, what it Mountain Dew?
I can call you later, I can go out with you
If you snap ya fangas
It look so sexy when you do it 'cause you're doin
We bout to get busy ol skool style
Yo jazzy on the wheels me on the m-i-c
Lets seewe got a couple of new additions
Sumthin new age
We got little john
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
hit it two times (two)
You know what happens by the third, hit a few times (hahaha, uh, yeah)
No judgement 'cause everybody has to make a little, uh
other bitches to convents
Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense
Been the bomb since '74 Aries
I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me
He want
Yeah, Yung Shyne in the field, yeah, yeah
Yeah ayy, how you guys doin' today?
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'm kinda bored so i had to call up my bro
[Hook]
I can make it shine from a still night
Probably on the go, I flick the ceiling light
Twistin’ up, look like you need a little light
Mix it
I turn it out whenever I'm in the mix
I'm creeping with my secret and that's how I wanna keep it, peep this
If I hit this pussy you going tell
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
at ya I don't stutter
Talk loud bet ya I won't mumble
Real fly jacket how I'm comin'
Freshest in the district but I'm humble
Dealing with addiction
doin' that thang, yeah
Country fried, baptized in gravy
I can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt
girl, ya hot
I seen a lot of stallions, but man you working with a lot
Damn girl
How'd you get all that in
Dem jeans, dem jeans?
How'd you get all
girl, ya hot
I seen a lot of stallions, but man you working with a lot
Damn girl
How'd you get all that in
Dem jeans, dem jeans?
How'd you get all
fiendin like a smoker
On my way to the mall, yo what's the plan I can't call it
He said, "How much ya got?" I'm pullin the lint out my wallet
I said,
Lemon twist,
Or the sounds of bodies slappin', grindin' to club hits,
Can we go somewhere and talk about ya sexy little face?
I mean, I know it's
[girl] Next
[r.l.] Oh uh, how ya doin'
[girl] Ya name?
[r.l.] Oh, I'm r.l.
You have to excuse me, I'm a little nervous
[girl] What makes you
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