Lyrics:
keep shit on the hush
But I'm askin' "Love, how I'm 'posed to not like your pictures?"
On every post, girl, you bad as fuck
And them stories got
tie one on
That's just how I get down,
Me and my boys ain't doin' nothing wrong
I say hey little girl won't you loosen up?
Get your cup let's mix
Red-bone (Girls)
Lamborghini (Toys)
Take it to the floor, Cause i know how to handle ya
I don't wanna be ya man i wanna be ya manager
[Chorus: Lloyd]
my high breakin' rules
You got ya P's mixed up
You ain't no pimp
You's a forty
I spit for major mix
While you make tapes for ya homie
the Program
Don't worry this ain't another Slow Jam,
Love how you work it with that Boo Bam
Go Down bend over and Go Ham,
She had a few little Bottles of that
to little to even feel what I'm spittin
Ya'll haterz a kill to be sit where I'm sittin I'm just so real that's how I'm gettin it how I'm gettin it
You can say
Nuttin' come before them, don't give a f*** who it is
You a proud a** woman, never cry for help
Been doin' it for years all by yourself
For cryin' out
a criminal team
(Verse 1)
Niggas dont want smoke lemme tell you,
You don't know how you messin wit
Boy after we kill you we finna go for ya references
Can't
[Car approaches]
[Toll Booth Willie:] "Welcome to Worchester. Dollar twenty-five please."
[M1:] "Hey, how ya doin' Toll Booth Willie?"
[Toll
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
you bump that
Track by Lootpack, ya like "They off the hook, cat"
[Wild Child]
Focus, Wild Child representative of hip hop, top 10 niggas get
wordee wordoo!
Chorus (2x)
Worda wordee wordoo
And this is how we do
It's the official language
Of the Phat Family crew
We kick a little slang
Nobody
chokin
Yeah son I'm all up in ya mix
Ya callin' in your clique, I'm bawlin' with you trick
Golden rocks fallin' off my neck and wrists
When I breeze
tick-tick-tick
Oh, why 'ya like this?
Man, nobody likes this
We’ve all seen that movie
Stop with the 'my wife' bit
Yes, I’ve heard of Death Grips
Mix my own
(Bla bla...) I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars
I pull cards like Vegas
Clap my hands then walk away from the table with ya payment
(How I'm paid?)
leaving folks
After I get them singing
I'd like to leave ya'll singing
How'bout the folks in the row
Here by the wall
Ya'll got the "red light" with me
Rest
fold
Told ya!
Life is a blast when you know what you're doin'
Best to know what you're doin' 'fore your life get ruined
Life is a thrill when your
soon a cute little number
Came and asked me to do the stomp polka
I told her I couldn't do the stomp polka
I could show her how to do the Sissy1
We
grind
Imma keep up this up till the end
Hopped in the benz
Ride with the dogs
We are the mob
Doin the job
Little bitch know to hop of my settie
I got
I'm lining up my X's and O's telling N9na let's go nigga!
(Get Dat Dough)
Kali Baby, we world wide now, tell ya girl bye for now and
(FU Pay Me)
you're the shit nigga, ya smell me?
Shouts out to my nigga NORE
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be
don't let the game Fuck you now
Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels
Greed, hate, envy but cake will do
So you think you're the shit nigga YA
and fuck a preshow
Your name was shorty who whip in a little Geo
Dare and look niggas get left by the sea show
Lock up a nigga and sabotage the keyhole
(Girls)
Lambourghini (Toys)
Take it to tha flo, 'cause I know how to handle ya
I don't wanna be ya man I wanna be ya manager
[Chorus:]
Kno I'm hot,
_2.jpg/300px-Little_Mix_at_the_Confetti_Tour_in_Leeds_(cropped)_2.jpg "Little Mix")
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