Lyrics:
That ruga will move ya
And smoke you like a hookah
That hookah
Leaves me stupid high
I need a tuda
Who ya
I'll get my young niggaz to suwup ya
That red
Stressing bout it
My AR notorious, this a big choppa I'ma make ya bitch flip, like big mama Please don't be a tough guy, you should think proper
It's gang in
You don't want zero problems, big fella!
Yep!
If one more label try to stop me
It's gon' be some dread head niggas in ya lobby
You don't want
the kinda girl that make ya toes pop (remix)
I was gettin' some head (Remix)
Gettin', gettin' some head (Hustle)
I was gettin' some head (DTP, Remix)
depleting a Cena seeping in fact debunk ya
Ali G mythology or go from Shmurda to un heard of no apology
How G's flag heat bag in freeze tag or keep on C-pic
hold shorty by the hand
And try to put her on different game
Gotta keep movin'
Gotta keep movin' on
Gotta keep movin'
Gotta keep movin' on
Love a dancer
nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
(Listen)
Two words, United States, no love, no breaks
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, Black folks
Big Macs, fat
stay sexy while ya'll stayin ratchet
I Got my dollas up
I Got ya man down
Im rockin diamond chains
You rockin hand me downs
Bitch trynna catchup U can
Well let's burn until the sun burns your eye
& keep burnin' 'til it sets on the Westside
Just ride & stay high all night
Let's just ride & stay high
my niggas, where my niggas
Ha ha haha yeeeah (Let's go lets go)
Let’s be friends (Throw ya hands in the air)
There’s no need to front
(Let’s see ya
got me locked in a cell
Prisoner, convict, I will destroy ya
Notorious bank robber, I'm comin' for ya
The bad, the evil, and I will deceive ya
that boy too fast"
But you was raising a warrior
We victorious, they'll never take the joy from us, uh
Keep you hands up, get 'em high now
Don't
we don't need to sparklers or nothin',
Just keep the bottles coming all night
Yeah so bring the Veuve Clicquot
We about to hit the big 3.O
Party
the gar I buss boy a line ain't enough
I'm tryna po up bih I ain't tryna fuck I ain't tryna keep in touch
They always wanna talk bout such and such keep ya
the air,
Throw your hands in the air, in the air, in the air,
Sweaty belle rings on a door across the floor,
Friendly big neck motherf*ckers hang out by
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
It's a big wave all up in yo city
Hurricane warning shit we 'bouta fuck up in yo city
It's a big wave you know we keep it litty
Got a stack on me
they style,
like they got it so sweet,
it ain't about what ya earn,
it's about what you keep,
man passes by,
in an aimless stroll,
barefoot in
Stephen big man smelling you could say it's diabolical
Connor cracking jokes in the wing always comical
Cottage lads never flopping keep that shit in
niggas
Who the fuck said we friends mayday!
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I leave I'mma take some more niggas
Am allergic to them broke niggas
outta your seat
Then you throw your hands high in the air,
Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere
Ya rockin' to the beat without a care,
With
hands
I be the fabulous man so, just play the fabulous fan
And, bring the breeze, bring the breeze
And from the moment that I saw ya, I knew you was
Villa Rica
But I'ma be quiet 'cause they might Mike Vick ya
Might catch Mike with a light Mike Vicka
Some purple kush that'll get me high like
a saw
The government fronts like they don't know what is going on
Fuck, I'll take the matter in my own hands
Cut ya down cat, cut ya down
'Cause I
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