Lyrics:
(Unhh!), Opa-Locka is real (Yeah!)
Off my dogs daddy dad, so wanna cook it on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come
Biggie (everybody, everybody)
Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride (Biggie Biggie)
Rock the party, rock the party, party (it's Bone and Biggie
Rude boy, Trae Trae
Nigga shut the fuck up
Yea
Whoa na
Yeah man
Let's do this
90sERXBaby
President in office
On any given day
I'm constructing
know about us (What yall know about them Texas boys)
Come up in the club and we lean by the cuffs
Uh now what you know about us (What yall know about
got our run on
Cause you gotta know that when we get
?
Ain't gotta question if you gotta (c'mon)
And hurt 'em up (give it to 'em)
Let them up
(Skepta)
As we proceed (Boy Better Know)
Yeah (let's go)
The bad boys are back
Blowing up shit like bomb in Iraq (boom)
Diddy's in white, I'm in all
paid, dodge jail and the cemetery
You better reach for the stars, take your best shot
You let them haters kill your dream, your ass be assed out,
I can do that
But at the end of the day
You know where I come from
Yeah
Mhm
Tell them
Zessin we pressing
Them boys them be stressing
Shots will be
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
double W Sknny is coming to trouble you
Everyday na so so story
E be like na so e suppose to be
Them say this boy na worry worry worry worry
Them say
hollows
Well b**** I keep them choppas
Them corners zipped em up
Guess he ain't going to the doctor
They know I keep ah hawk
I'm like Trae Young
You get hit
Them boys ride
(Them boys ride)
Everybody get up
Watchu know about tha baby blu be ya old skool mac
Ask some of these haters in tha back
I'm
Them boys ride
(Them boys ride)
Everybody get up
Watchu know about tha baby blu be ya old skool mac
Ask some of these haters in tha back
I'm
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
freaky deaky, she know how I go
Hard for the pesos, my car goes and they sure to follow
Gonna let her follow as long as that heffa know my motto
I know you
Can't stop your boy
Can't stop your boy
You can't stop him
Make some noise
Get up off me
Get up off me get up off me
I thought I told them I told them
Get
I know, I know
So let me be your girlfriend (bounce, bounce)
Soldier boy, I want you to myself, I don't want them girls around
You're the flyest
of winter covered
this land, through the kingdom of Mercea, through--
GUARD #1: Where'd you get the coconut?
ARTHUR: We found them.
GUARD #1: Found them
Grown men, handlin' business, state to state
On the road in any city you need us in
Let us know somethin', and we gon' come pipe it up
And we 10-15
got our run on
Cause you gotta know that when we get
?
Ain't gotta question if you gotta (c'mon)
And hurt 'em up (give it to 'em)
Let them up
Gotta let 'em know which way was on,
We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up
Quick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas
alright and you think you're on
Somebody let me know
Will everybody in the place, put a whistle in your face
Scream it out and say yo, hit it!
You
alright and you think you're on
Somebody let me know
Will everybody in the place, put a whistle in your face
Scream it out and say yo, hit it!
You
way
Mi tell them Chukwu dey
And mi carry big power power mighty power
You know mi get a big power power mighty power
Ah so mi let them know
Chimamanda
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