Lyrics:
the bottles, all the bitches started twerkin
Neighborhood, Mr. Loud, call him up, he bring the merch in
No seeds, good weed, beat down whole team Money car, hit
busy? Huh
Two-sixty in this coupe
Who in the drop with me? Huh
This Babyman ridin' with a bopstick, listen
Hold up (Nah)
Hold up i don't want no nigga by
our own circles (what)
Two brothers with good hearts, but if you start
Two brothers that'll hurt you (yeah)
Know how that dirt do, hittin' four
up on the block
Talkin' shit drinkin' "crooked eye"
I got the fat head rush from the chocolate thai
I'm feelin' good I want to kick it and hang out
getting lubed up and
Chewed up by two sluts
Mr benton that's the name ho
I'm old school like shell toes and Kangols
You a bitch, you like anal and rainbows
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Something bout the weekend air
The feelings of I don't care
We ain't got but two damn days
Two days for real
So no disturbances please
Nothing but good
surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, yeah Obama for real
They gotta put ya face
[DMX]
Sometimes I will take my brother by the arm
Other times I will take my brother by the shoulder
Then there are times I will take my brother
Three dollars for a pill that's a damn good deal
[Chorus]
Ay wassup Gucci Mane
Why you sweatin' so hard? Is you rollin' or somethin'
Shit well
"Mr. Allofa Damn Sudden", "B.Y.F.A.R.", "FOURTH SUNDAY", "BLOCK BOY 500", "YOUNG SCOOP", "K-10", "TYREK BASSID X"
opened up the door, headed up the stairs
Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was there
First sight he saw, struck him by surprise
Two shots was
and smoke niggaz
Call me Mr. Toucan Man, I bought a new tan band
With two K's in the palm of my hand, to show we ain't playing
Where you stand is where you
snake
You juss needa throw the whole man away
He a succa like a lollipop he fruity and he gay
Ballin up like I’m 2k wanna book me for a show
Then it’s 2k
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Damn, And I do it day by day
Watch out, lil nigga don't play
Niggas run as soon as they see my K
Nigga in the back crying cuz I fucked his bae
Hold
drive by's, cops out, oh
We ride around with two K's we just tryna stay live
(Young Jefe Holmes)
We might slide down an opp's block
I bet that AR
the smoke
Do somethin' that make me feel good, go and up the score
Jump in the booth, no pen and pad, this just practice, nigga
Run up an M by myself, look
an island
[Chorus x 2]
[Ludacris]
Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby, rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little; make
non-stop
Call me Mr. Party
2 bad bitches on my body
& they so attached to me
I think they tryna get naughty
Hottie body left Hottie body right
Nicknames
non-stop
Call me Mr. Party
2 Bad bitches on my body
And they so attached to me
I think they tryna get naughty
Hottie body left Hottie body right
Nicknames
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