Lyrics:
a open fist backhand
I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band
Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love
Tash'll jack him for his
again
Fucker, I'm kicking your ass for everything you've ever said"
It goes one for the money, two for the fuckin' show
Ready, get set, let's go
Here
way I let you inside
Drop them or not, probably for the love of the block
See me solo in a photo, hands under my cock
For face, the white clock
crib
Let's go
Step up out the club with a dizzy head
I got two chicks both got dizzy legs
I'm bout to double up
You know I'm 'bout to double up
Will you ride for me? Slide for me
You know the cliche
I'm praying that you do
If you don't, I don't break
Make you feel like that song by Justin
Nosk - Dream
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In a hotbox tryna fuck up my vision
You keep on talking like I’m really gon listen
I just went and hit a lick and I’m leaving no witness
I got 2
to win ( win )
Ballin like the mets ( Brooklyn METS )
I'm guarding my points Like irving
I'm from the east side ( shiesh )
S'why I love to scam in the west
up it's made, blood
The fakeness annoys me
Like a club night that
Doesn't pay it's employees
I don't go there with my friends to party
'Cus thats about
Two chains!
Bang bang switch lanes like a drive-by
I am so fly man I might as well sky dive
Black girls white lies
You know that's not your damn
karma
As-salamu alaykum, I come in peace
I love all religions and
Practice what I preach
If you came into this world and you bleed
You're like me 'Cause
ntro - my name is a-rape, balaclava, don't fuk with me or i fuk with your father
shit to me, shit to me, shit to me, fuk you alicia keys
justin
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
So what's real fool?
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
[Verse 2 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Back when MLK Way was Empire Way
I was
the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy
and Jesus now
Nigga, I'm strapped everywhere I go
Opp tried to walk down in the clothing store
Nigga, you ain't here what happen
Like two months before?
Got
bitch, I'm from Memphis (shootin')
Every clip on us, you know it's extended (yeah)
Movin' that weight just like Planet Fitness (weight)
Twenty-two shots
Yeah (Wheezy outta here)
Big body whips, extended clip
Codeine to sip, Glock on my hip
My jeans are 2K, I shop at Phipps
You niggas delayed, I
the finer things
But I adapted tho
Niggas say they run the city
I can take you to any hood like I'm a map hoe
I'm always there
But you never see me like
repeat 2X)
they turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
mesmorized by your brothas when I enter the club
and though you strip for tips I place no one
Wanted it all, wanted it all, I got it
Feeling like fuck it, got no time feelings
But listen up closely, you'll find this revealing
I mean like revealing
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
Mix the Hennessy with a little bit of cola
Take it to the back, powder nose with the yola
Shawty love to rub in the club, but I'm sober
I need more
me that you really love him
That's alright
One day you'll wake up and realize that I was the one that you wanna be falling in love with
Times 2, who,
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