Lyrics:
[Chorus: Ashanti + (Ja)]
J-A-are (yeah) you-L-E (what, let 'em know)
(Who else you thought it would beeeee)
(All my bitches with me say)
J-A-are, you-L-E
E-S-P
From M-P-3 to L-C-D , a-d-d X-T-C , I A-M E-B-E …
He’s on that Est(he)rogen “Bitches!”
I’m on that entheogen , “Which is?”
Parasuicide by
a rug
Bitch niggas want to know if it's true
Let me tell you motherfuckers who you listening too
Its the I dot get shot C E
Big D reload flip the clip
across, cracks is fallin'
My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off
Took off, made track look easy
The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they
Like B I double G I E, with some R U L E
Notorious know to bust in your E Y E, baby baby
Bitches know they love and hate me
I come, you come, we
Daddyo
He gotta be ridin' in a be -E-N-T-L-E but why?
Cause you see a young nigga like me out doing it
Want to come & put ya two in it
Want to ruin it
A S A P, F E R G
Big Tigger, I'm jigga, and you know me, D
(ay)
Lamborghini dreams, bitch I mean what I say
Do it for a purpose, you just her by mistake
Put
nothing (Nothing nothing)
It's nothing (Nothing nothing)
It's nothing (Nothing nothing)
It's nothing (Nothing nothing)
I n d e p e n d e n t
Yeah you know
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
M-E-L-O-D-I-E on the mic check
Well I'm up in your face like the wind from a blizzard
Got my wrap around your throat, like you're chokin on a gizzard
If
Attention, ça risque de piquer un peu
J'kick sur d'la trap mais j'peux donner ça à
L'ancienne tah l'époque Fu-Gee-La
J'veux y aller tranquille
Mais
ah D?
She said, "You tried to play me
like Big Dad-dy."
I said, "I know your Tribe,
I Called and re-Quested
for you to be manifested."
She said, "You
cut for me, deal me, touch me
L O V E, E to the F to the R T Y
I spits the shit from the T O P, it's me, the E
Droppin' it nuclear all the time
thigh
Leg by leg and
I guess.
Ain't no way to get ya out
Your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort
Of a freaky situation
With a peppermint twist
Ricky
openin' for me, but they ain't even wanna see
Who I be, Nikko M-I-L-E-S
Yes, guess again
I been sneakin' over like Mexicans to the border
I ain't never cook
(Texas go hard)
Crooked I (Let's get em)
Yeah Eastside of a red L B C
Pumps in my trunk on my L T D
Sipping on that Hennessy it helps me breathe
Who's
(Texas go hard)
Crooked I (Let's get em)
Yeah Eastside of a red L B C
Pumps in my trunk on my L T D
Sipping on that Hennessy it helps me breathe
Who's
, and umm
Fuck a A-C-T, R-C-T or S-A-T
Cause a nigga like me, ain't get no P-H-D
I'm wanted by the A-T-F, plus the I-R-S
Put you in E-M-S, bloody like P-M
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Getting shit popping, best watch your behavior
I'm styling like Virgil on fashion week
You styling like you going trick-or-treat
Rocking my V-L-O-N-E
Some
thicky thicky and her titties double D boy
But please believe me when I say she for the streets eyy
Big spinner, champaigne spiller
A rich nigga, she want
my goals high
Cause that's the spot that I'm headed
They ask, "E.Z. why you sound good?"
I got my methods
Dropped "Perspective", so I had to ask
Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E, I be forever thuggin baby!
The same nigga that's why the streets still love me baby!
Bitch I'm from Dade County.
See
you say I've changed but dawg
I'd honestly be more concerned with
Why you stayed the same
Like, are you happy with your lifestyle
These people want you
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