Lyrics:
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae
make that thing turn around
(Turn around)
Boy, I'm geeked, I feel like Fable right now
(Right now) i'm sippin' syrup
Feel like Trae did right now (Right
the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt, butt-naked it all work
You nasty boy, you nasty
You
If you didn't fuck so many bitches
(Give a fuck about them bitches shawty)
Tryna have the time of your life On the low
Boy I know you bout your money
wings baby come on let's fly
I'm down with my lady till the day that I die
[Verse 4: Trae]
Say lil'momma what you waitin on - actin like you don't know
wings baby come on let's fly
I'm down with my lady till the day that I die
[Verse 4: Trae]
Say lil'momma what you waitin on - actin like you don't know
wings baby come on let's fly
I'm down with my lady till the day that I die
[Verse 4: Trae]
Say lil'momma what you waitin on - actin like you don't know
to tripping, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
My money up when them mills come
LA Reid with
to tripping, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
My money up when them mills come
LA Reid with
what I do best
Regarding Miami boyz
You know who daddy is right?
Jump in on the track
And let the whole world know
What it means to be a 305
Let
Up on the low-low, fa sho though, you know
That it's gon go down, keeping it crunk, blow up and shake round
Fuck boys up, and make they hoe mine
And make some motherfuckin' shit happen, man
This ya' boy Yung Joc; you know Block Entertainment
And my motherfuckin' nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Hey,
And make some motherfuckin' shit happen, man
This ya' boy Yung Joc; you know Block Entertainment
And my motherfuckin' nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Hey,
And make some motherfuckin' shit happen, man
This ya' boy Yung Joc; you know Block Entertainment
And my motherfuckin' nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Hey,
ain't the shooter
(?)
Riding shotty in the chevy (?) know as a Krueger
Lyrical ruler (?)
You lukewarm, boy, go get you a cooler please
Your bitch
Asshole By Nature
[Trae]
They know I'm here to bring it gangsta, when I'm sitting on something glass
I'm original Screwed Up Click, I don't believe in
ever let them see you slippin'
They catch you as a minor, they gon' try you as a grown boy
5-10 if you 10, that shit cold boy
They can't smell it when
Doing what we gotta do to make a profit
Keep that thing on your
Waist cause niggas poppin' hesitate cuz
They'll let you feel them shots boy
(Watts boys
hole smell like old tuna
I know this beat old, might sound old to ya
But it's picked out by Trae, Grey
Boss and the Junior
Certified gangsta, slash
back, boy
(you got my back right?)
Sure 'nough
Even though them chicks be hatin' on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In whatever situation we gon'
Up on the low-low, fa sho though, you know
That it's gon go down, keeping it crunk, blow up and shake round
Fuck boys up, and make they hoe mine
tyin' them
Ain't no point in tryin' these on, they know I'm buying 'em (big boy)
Now don't nothing get the hype on first site like, white on whites
Talk is cheap so fuck a grill
Miami got them boys that's real, trill
Now full of, gold, grills, sell steel
But only God knows that they kill bill
You can
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae
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