Lyrics:
up to you
I just want cha
You the type to mess around and make me fall
But I ain't jumping cuz I know how you get down
I be all up into you and then
drank
Don't pop pills either cause that shit ain't cool
We just drunk a mad Dom 'fore we went to school
Flick off, back then I was smashing boys
Jump
as the favorite groupie
Goin' to camp and it ain't Camp Snoopy (whats up?)
But I ain't surprised
It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size
You
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working
No more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in
Growing up I was savage shy but still A savage
Watching pac on dvd I told myself I Had to have it
Momma told me to stop but it turnt To a habit
Told
out bitch
Get ya broke ass out the club if ya ain't gone tip
Get ya broke ass out the club if ya ain't gone tip
Can I get paid nigga, can I get paid
payed a fee for the D I ain't no volunteer
We ain't bros you by mad I'm on I feelin like abel
Member watching dvds we ain't have cable
You see me trynna
spins round and round
When it stops, I bet it chops to the ground
Now how that shit sound? Sounds like a shake down
Here comes the break down
I bet'cha
the price, via that ring pa
Might entice me to play nicely and come and get'cha
You got a wifey, tell her nicely I'm in the picture
Cause I ain't gon
some blue Allstars
Passin by on them thang, it's a brown MC
Niggaz goin buffin DPG (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Niggaz mad Dogg bumpin a bank account
Turn the receiver back on, Kiki stay repeatin'
Apple Watch sends boom bap, BPM ain't 90
Multiply that by two, ask how I'm alive g
Habumbupbupbuhbuh,
as the favorite groupie
Goin' to camp and it ain't Camp Snoopy (whats up?)
But I ain't surprised
It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size
You
DeRozan
Number one 'cause I'm chosen
(We made it!)
Yeah, tryna take some exposure
I ain't done 'til it's over
Mad at me but I told'cha
I'm great like
semi by my gut
A nigga tempt me fire up
I let that sig blow light em up
I say I ain't got that hazy
You know I got that kush
Niggas rolling on that dirt
could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin' by on them
later see who still with cha
I'm to old for new friends,I rather cop a new chain
Rather be the only one in my lane
I'm busy doing me,I ain't gotta
caught'cha tryin' to touch YOUR child I'ma shoot'cha
You're mad at the kid for shit, his Mama did
And you done jumped out his life and he don't know who
Ten dollars
That's all y'all charging for beats now
I mean, I used to charge less than that
Keywords... USED TO
What can ten dollars get cha? Hmmm
do what
the fuck we gotta do
[Chorus: Mystikal]
I get it started for you, I get it started for you
Soon as I get'cha cause I know that you was
Please don't keep me waiting heaux kneaux I ain't got no patience yea Magic city blazing poles be litty jigga lating yea I was busy josing she held
treat her like a snack She the whole entrée
Say I don’t treat her like a snack She the whole entrée
Woahh I need a round Need one more round
So won’t cha
I know my plays
She with the Aesthetics I told her let's make a DVD tape
Down bad I had to get out the cave
Doing it naturally I ain't pulling
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
to drive-by's they be callin
And you ain't know while you be kickin' that old shit
(Talk to me) we makin' hits
Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop)
I stay
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