Search results for 'look at lil mama by dj fresh' Page #5

(I can't believe you just did that)
Ayy, ayy, glahh, glahh
(DJ Fresh, what up fool?)

Thirty clip, fifty clip, a hunnid clip
Quad city and nigga

Victor Baron

The Click

Money & Muscle

2001

money by the sewer
Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super
Life, right, almost white
She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight
She said don't stop, I said

do you mean?
When your mama a fiend but
Your lil' sister a queen
And the fridge so empty
It's hurtin' your self-esteem
Now to get out on the corner

clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with

Fresh to death how I look I'ma ten
Fuck it up had to run up them ends
Mix the logo that shit finna blend
Fresh to death mean I'm fresh till the end

Project Bitch

Juvenile

The Source Presents: Hip Hop Hits, Vol. 5 [Clean]

2001

what?
What? What? What? What? Huh? Huh?
Come on, come on, come on

This is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, an her friends
Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia,

ain't got love for your mama
You can die today, it ain't gon' save me none but drama (Super)

Workin' on a weekend like usual
Way off in the deep end

fact on the map
Lil' flicking ass niggaz, fix your act or get slapped
We keep hollows up in them holsters, get a package of blap
You could tell by

Stance; Gi-Van-Chi MJ’s wit the stance
Aint really got time to be playing no games; I need all my cash in advance
Lil Mama had her a chance; She wanted

but I signed in
Lil mama gone buy ten
And she brought her lil sister they kinda look alike but they, not twins
I'm off of this dimension
Looking off in

Cut It Out

Nelly

Party People [Maxi Single]

2008

shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins]
Pushin cookies in the soft ones
I can do better, by myself, not bad
Girl ate the whole thing if she call

[Lil Wayne talking]

I like my seat down low and my window slighty
Crack'd ridin wit a bad hoe and her girlfriend in the back. I
Like to get real

it, tappin' it, bought a four-matic kit
Fresh as night, I pull up in a Bally fit
Fresh as fuck, I look like that I'm servin' keys
Stay with a P, come

the shoes
Giuseppe steps
S on my chest
Grab a hearse
I'm fresh to death
I'm fresh to death

Siberians skate on my pinky
Looks like i found me a genie
Triangle

time to not be with it
Take lil mama on a trip to Japan
Gucci Fendi and Dior, packed in the bag when we land
Her hands all over my body, love it when I

Don't U Be Greedy

U.N.L.V.

Greatest Hits

greedy

{Yella Boy}
Me and my DJ, Mannie Fresh we done shut the pieces
We fuckin' wive's, we fuckin' daugher's, and even niece's
These hoes like Mosquitos

man

I'm really talkin' shit, nigga, but your baby mama a hoe man
She say, ayy, you drip, nigga, I say you a no-name
Ayy, bro, look at this shit, knew

mama's help
I can do it by myself
I don't need no mama's help
I can do it by myself
I don't need no mama's help
I can do it by myself
I don't need no

Lil' mama tell me
What you wanna do
We can run up a check
Its just me and you
These niggas be lyin' I see the truth
They be goin' out sad
And I see

it
Lovin' we don't ride like a motorcycle
Love it when you say my name
Ain't no one like you
Get the money, bring it home lil' mama
You know the cycle

goddamn

Why you gotta do me like that?
Lil homie why do me like that?
(why you do me like that?)
Why you gotta do me like that?
Lil mama why you do me like

Ghetto Bass II

2 Live Crew

Move Somethin' [Clean]

1987

on the ground, 3 stories high
The deepest bass and the real fresh high
So step off your throne; they're on the loose
The DJ's from Miami with all the juice
So

the block
The same pussy nigga
I had a fight with on Monday
The nigga try to kill me, funeral by Sunday
But mama never was gon have it
Mama never was gon beat

'bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena
No matter what your mama tell you, just know I love you Selena
Where I'm from, you gotta tote