Lyrics:
Bitch I'm connected on a plug flight
Catch me taking pictures with my fans Bitch I love life
My baby mama with me bitch don't hug tight
She with me
Sippin' on the mud, no money And I can do this by myself
Smokin' on the bud, no buddy I smoke from the top of the shelf
Showin' fake love, they don't
waiting by the bay
Lower East side yea you know how we ride
It's a All black affair big bosses over here
All black suit fitted like I'm Chris tucker
You
Remix!
One two one two (one two one two)
This the I'ma Boss remix
Meek Milly
Let's go!
I'm ride or die, I'm ridin' by, hollerin' West Side right
don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching-ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back
that's that '88 flow
Small face 20's, that's that '88 dough
Joey Jefferson, I'm on the 88th flo'
Khaled him with that talk nigga (un-un-un-unbelievable)
Youths weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan and any means and strategy, say
I got to keep on walking
lit
Oo Oo its tragic
My cul de sac is a death trap
No warning, we are back
Sushi, ebola pack
Infectious like a love tap
I'm the king don't fight
You're never gonna get my love
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love
I'm a do it big like Chris Rios
You
sings new lyrics when they play this one live, and they seem to be about heroin and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene
LIZZY:
I'm sin
Done
check the remix
See the level I'm on they wanna be on
'Cause I'm a star and I shine like neon
Lyrically gun a man down like Leon
And he’s a battyboy
So
horses
I'ma show ya who the boss of intercourse is
Sex, I'm takin' no losses
Even groups like SWV and TLC
Can't see B-I-G with telepathy
The recipe,
horses
I'ma show ya who the boss of intercourse is
Sex, I'm takin' no losses
Even groups like SWV and TLC
Can't see B-I-G with telepathy
The recipe,
created by politicians
And the weak minded with no ambition
I keep spittin theres no quitting this a land owner remix
You was right before the prefix
are
Ain't gotta rush into shit, being in love is too hard
I'm tired of all these flashin' lights, girl we should just fuck in the dark
Once you let
to my mama
I thank God that He chose me as your kid Flo, yeah
Like if this was my last breath
You know the marathon continue like I'm nip
To all of my
BROTHA givin you LOVE FROM the SLUG if you BUG on a NIGGA,
TUG on a trigger no HUGS I'm a kiss her with GRUNGES and PLUG her with DRUGS when I give her,
the N.Y.C.
All we really love is controversy
I heard you plottin' on my pockets
All this barbershop talk y'all be doin', niggaz stop it
You ain't hurtin'
I'm the best in the game with the flow, brah
In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout to every coast, brah
South to North
i
Was really craving some normal conversation
I'm sure this was
All caused by this dude telling
Me to slow down
Because I was beginning to act like
your
By your-, by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga
You know what
your
By your-, by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga
You know what
Daddy, daddy, please buy me a sweet
I know you got money
I want that big chocolate bunny
In my mother-fucking tummy
Come on daddy, buy me that
BROTHA givin you LOVE FROM the SLUG if you BUG on a NIGGA,
TUG on a trigger no HUGS I'm a kiss her with GRUNGES and PLUG her with DRUGS when I give her,
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