Lyrics:
shooting nigga lotta ops
A lotta dippin from a lot a cops
A whole lotta lotta trigga finga pop
Whole lotta lotta lotta mix it in pot
A whole lotta lot
Grr
I've got
It's only that I need you a lot, baby
No, I don't want
Don't wanna care about it
I just wanna to drink and something to eat
I still remember
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
Who would've that it would be this type of night
This type of plot really piques my appetite
Sir Mix-a-Lot, drop it like it's hot. yeah she really knows
gray
It ain't a whole lot so I hope and pray
But I been told it's just enough to make ones day
I even let the easier one out earlier today
Forgive me for
the watch all She ever seen was the crotch
Move around jump around a lot Jump off the yacht with a thot
Jumped jumped off with a jump off Sometimes y'all seem
up and down everytime you swing my door
I got my rims finger fucked
By a god dam j
Gave him 1.8
Of some hard ass yay
It's a lot of crack smokers
TURN UP THE SOUND
TURN IT UP NOW
TURN IT UP LOUD
NO FUCKIN AROUND
JUMP IN THE CROWD, JUMP UP ON STAGE
THUMPIN THE BASS
ONE MINUTE I WAS PUFFIN A JAY
Oh she feisty
But she trifling
She so sexy
But she sheisty
She gon indict me
She a trustfund babyyy
No sir, no sir
I ain’t have your daughter
back by
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
Whole Lot Of A sense -
Went from rags to riches I ain’t sacrifice a lamb
If he a rat get rags and stitches scare him off make em scram
Why they
(This beat got a little bit of swag to it)
(Gotta let it ride out)
(This beat cocky)
We on tour
I ain't have shit since 96 I need more
Gotta mix
don't go to the club I'm here fixing it up
And I don't know what's up I'm here mixing my cup
And I don't mean to jump when I try to disrupt
And I don't
all these simple stages
You could say, you could say what you want
I don't mind doing me without y'all
Kept it real from the jump from the start
Show
Life ain't nothing but a big old twist
A lot of times when I'm smoking, I'm doing that just to reminisce
It's funny, on how s*** be
A lot of money,
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh shit
Scarface is on the mix
So yo suck a nigga dick
Or make a nigga rich or somethin' bitch
See I come from the place known
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh shit
Scarface is on the mix
So yo suck a nigga dick
Or make a nigga rich or somethin' bitch
See I come from the place known
and jump to time to work and it nah time to play
Close my eyes and take a ride inside
Feel the breeze blow by, I'm making you fly
like a fifthy pack but it ain't no dope money I mix and master then I convert the track see the problem with this world nobody likes the proven facts but
ready
She jump on my lap then she ride like a Jeep
Flip on that stomach, that bitch she ain't running
She slurp when she spit cause she like when it's
down to the hole in the wall
Singing and drinking till last call
Mix it on up with me plus you
It makes it too good not to
Jump on the dance floor,
Yeah we drinking bloody Mary, sitting by the pool
Come again, I never lose
I'm on a mission, Tom Cruise
Mix it up, Jamba Juice
I'm scared of heights but
license and registration
Yes, sir, I got it right here
Did I do something wrong or am I in the clear
Now the trunk is locked, so don't you go touch it
And I
them girls they dumpin’ (Dumpin’)
Drop by in town, they comin’ out
You turnin’ around, they got it now
All of them spinnin’ like merry-go-round
All
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