Lyrics:
said
It said
"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again"
"If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator"
"If you'd like
either you're a boy or a girl they predetermine your sex
Before you were even born they plan your murder and death
To make sure you never make it to your
man's bitch
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
Poppin' that trash might get you fucked up
Will sit and cry if the dope man strike you
He
so early
Hoe, you want a hit, you gotta get your knees dirty
Now, that's my life, that's how it's cut
"Hey, dope man" Bitch, shut the fuck up
Gotta
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two Phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, not me OK
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
approaches]
[M2:] "Hey, hey, Willie! how's it going?"
[Toll Booth Willie:] "Hey, can't complain, pop. how's 'bout you?"
[M2:] "Oh, great, great. How
you can't take on your journey 'cause it's two different roads (Hey hey)
You're too different souls
You're too different rows (Hey hey)
And too
whip)
I can say two words
Make her panties just drop like
(Hey, drop it shawty)
The young niggas trigga happy with
‘em guns, they gon', spray!
(click
tonight baby?
'Bout to roll up to this club
'Bout to step off in this club
'Bout to get bent in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[2x]
[Verse 1 - R.
Dedicated! Free my nigga Meek Mill!
D6!
I walk inside the strip club
Buy what I want then I go hey
All this snow up in my house
These bitches call
Hey! Any time of day
I'll punch my fist right through your face
(Hey) make you bleed enough to make
You think you'll pass away (Hey)
I'm not like
shock your mind
I'll put the ji-ji-jiggles in your behind, a-said
One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor
A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme
alone
1, 2, 3, 4
I'm gonna prove them wrong
(Hey)
I'm gonna play this song
(Hey)
Don't care if I'm all alone
I'm gonna be my own
(Hey)
I'm gonna prove
and Wise when you share
Hey hey Mr. Millionaire
Pave the way, take the Grail
I'm a millionaire
And I got something to say
I got three or four yachts
some soul
I mean dead serious damn near bout to die bout some
Don't be too proud to turn your radio way up loud
Close your eyes and have fun
I used
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
so early
Hoe, you want a hit, you gotta get your knees dirty
Now, that's my life, that's how it's cut
"Hey, dope man" Bitch, shut the fuck up
Gotta
wanna make love in this club (hey)
In this club (hey) in this club (hey)
In this club (hey)
I wanna make love in this club (hey)
In this club (hey) in
But you can free your mind
One, Two, who's controlling you now
Three, Four, the FBI's at your door, now
(Nah)
Five, Six, your freedoms don't exist
until now I've only sung
'Cause I would die to make you mine
Bleed me dry each and every time
I don't mind, no, I don't mind it
I would come back
they brains hangin'
Straight gettin' down for mine
And I'll fuck up a bitch, cause I don't mind dyin'
So feel me drill me, put a bullet in my head,
they brains hangin'
Straight gettin' down for mine
And I'll fuck up a bitch, cause I don't mind dyin'
So feel me drill me, put a bullet in my head,
Yo JT tell her to give me a 7 UP man
Hey, hey that bitch tripping man, hey bring us some drinks hoe
Man that show was liver than a motherfucker
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