Lyrics:
done already warned me
They wanna harm me
I ain't worried about em
Messing with Trae I got a army
Plus a line of blue and red cars
That don't know how
Yes, I'm protected by the neighborhood, I nnever need a vest
I know dem hatas talkin, but they ain't sayin nothin
I hope they stay inside they place ima
Yes, I'm protected by the neighborhood, I nnever need a vest
I know dem hatas talkin, but they ain't sayin nothin
I hope they stay inside they place ima
... you rockin wit da lost boyz
you better get them L's up .... or youll be lost boy
Everybodyyyyy put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz
Everybody put them L's up ... you rockin wit da lost boyz
you better get them L's up .... or youll be lost boy
Everybodyyyyy put them L's up .... You
lets go
im bout to murder this shyt
im bout to murder this shyt
its ya boy weezy BABY
holla
ay ay
bitch im down for my squiddies and i ride for
minutes six Minutes six
Minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!
"Just a feeling I've got like
Something is about to happen
But I don't know what if that means what
…
Yeah
Han han han han
Oueh
Yeah
Han
We bulletproofed
You can't shoot us
Hold it hold it let them come
I'm that nigger
That boy Denis some they say he
You see that legume boy I blow it by the O
Me and my Haitians we roll kinda swole
What you know about them Zoes?
What you know about them Zoes?
Verse
now I'm ridin' neon
Our cars look like crayon, hoes know I'm the man though (yeah)
I can shoulder lean, I don't know how to dance though
Let me see
now I'm ridin' neon
Our cars look like crayon, hoes know I'm the man though (yeah)
I can shoulder lean, I don't know how to dance though
Let me see
thangs
Niaggas are taggin', they backin' up, they let'em hang
My niggas walkin' up, pullin' up, fuck a drive by
Cuz the nigga on the passenger side
show them show them show them
Show them show them
Make we let all them know
That my baby so romantic
Oya baby make we show them show them
Let show them
Swervin' a stretch bourbon
Identity of this man I look persian
Hey yo we gotta get him
I want to know where they came from
Or who sent them
First nigga
Yeah
Need something in my cup boy
Big chat
But big facts
Let's go
Spit facts
None of that lame ass chit chat
Roll me a spliff and kick back
But I
she in love with a dope boy
And she ain't worried 'bout them other hoes, old boy Mike got one
Don't be ashamed of the projects shawty, let 'em know
when you talking
Surprised by my reaction, stop playing, you know how you flown it
Is it really that shocking, Chica
You know bitches gonna hate, let
the only kinda dude I'm demandin'
And let the girl like me understand it(umm)
And the ones that ain't
They still gotta have it
They don't know why
But they
choice
Don't be mad, I know you gon' let me be a Hot Boy
I know you see the jewelry, it's berserk and on shine
I know you see the bulge under
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
looking
I make them want me
I like to tease them
They want to touch me
I never let them
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like,
to chase boy you can't cash me
You gon' scratch me, you can't match me
She too thick, I can't let her pass me
I be smokin' Christian fuckin' hoes that are
haters to lunch
Paul Wall and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch
Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop,
Hello?
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know, it's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
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