Lyrics:
no chaser
That's your bitch I'm a take her
You're a banker I need some cookies this mouth
Shit rap don't work take a tookie approach
Whole mamas for
show
Your mama must've been a hoe 'cause you call everybody bro
I only wanna hit her 'cause she thinkin' she fine
Looks matter, shit if God don't like
They Would Send You Home
By Time You Got In The Door
Hear Mama On The Phone
Damn...
Where Did That Love Go
When We Had Fist Fight
Even When
go 'head
You gotta walk up in the club bare-footed
I like that booty, you know where to put it
Go 'head, go 'head
Little mama you look so
'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(DJ Clue)
Fresh out!
Crazy ???!
Shawn Taylor!
Hot 97!
Damion Young!
Big
[Lil Wyte - Talking]
Wassup with y'all?
I'ma take this time right now, to thank the men, Paul and Juicy
for making all this possible you know what
like a titty on my mama
So, like
Verse 2: JAHMED
I'm fresh off the flight
How do I balance my plight
How do I solve all these problems
How do I balance
& Wesson
I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected
The whole world been waitin' on him
Here I come, droptop Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around
All
'bout what you haven't did
I don't owe you bitches shit
Thank God for uniforms, Lord knows I wasn't fresh
I used to wear my mama's bongo jeans
father is outside
Tell him I got bit by a spider and my leg hurt
Tell him to come outside
Yeah, mhm, I appreciate you
Alright, look at his lil' bad ass
Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls
Little children, dogs and cats
Right about now you are listening
To the incredible drum patterns of DJ Manny
DJ's to play me
Mama sent me down and told me all about the hazey
My miracle I was dream like money's just a baby
The niggers turn freaky, visions
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
Lil one got the dough bar in front of your mama house up in your block
Lil one got the 44 cocked
Lil one ??? even no pops
So lil one don't give em
the real nigga
Nigga I'm the drama
Bring it nothin' but tough shit
You could put this on yo mama
Nigga I'm gonna make you love this
Me and DJ Heist shootin'
Bebe on
Love my lil' brother, born a day apart and three years
Both Gemini twins, everything we been through, we share these tears
Every time I look
the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by
my money
Me and Baby gettin freaked by this chick named Honey
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
All over the world y'all
I love them girls y'all
When it be
one in Florida
Lil mama from Michigan
And she wants this dick again
Think she'll need assistance
I told her call her best friend
She pulled up from
tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(DJ Clue)
Fresh out!
fresh so clean
I'm out here waiting on you you you you cause Jesus the move
They out here look hatin' on you but they ain't got nothing on you
Got a lil
wit my niggas we all fresh
Look,
It go down in my town ain’t no cappin bout it
Life a movie
We just actin out in
I’m from the era you ain’t live it
a pretty girl by herself and lost in the function
Don't know if it'll work or I'm buggin at least it's something
So I started walking, DJ was playing Marvin
Right here in the game, swear I'ma win
Fresh out the pen, ain't going back there again
My baby mama no drama, said she don't need me to spend
Told
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