Lyrics:
more doors
Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggas is armed
And when we get there, all my niggas in the mix
Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin'
caught in the mix
Got that fresh gear on like we caught in the flicks
Grab sweeties by the waistline, rubbing our shit
Come on tell me that you like my
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
Québec
Club La Boom next spot, 1738 shots
Bottles of Cîroc while my man Roots rocks
Shorty sipping Molson Dry, zonin' off that Cha Cha
No doubt I feel
need my pub like this
Stuck in a rock in a hard place
I am thinkin' I won't bump y'all up, well
I am i got to get my thing off
My style come from Devin
clubs from private school put me up on soft rock
That was cool but I left Z100 and WGLJ
To find bliss with real s and kiss
Video music rocks showed my
clubs from private school put me up on soft rock
That was cool but I left Z100 and WGLJ
To find bliss with real s and kiss
Video music rocks showed my
stop the body, body, body
Body rock)
I was maxin' hard with a friend of mine
He's now my lawyer and he'll rock your mind
We call him Fab 5 Freddy
a physician
Like a Space Shuttle I'm on a mission
Homeboys and girls, don't be afraid
Because I'm down by law with Mix Master Spade
You never heard my voice
to the cops
No matter what i'm a always make a way
This fa all my bosses making plays
I been the shit tell them haters kick rocks
They putting they own fam in
heavyweight hitters
Dough getters, fifty ways to make figures
My niggas, that come on the spot to feel sisters
Like they hear real spitters and kids
clubs from private school put me up on soft rock
That was cool but I left Z100 and WGLJ
To find bliss with real s and kiss
Video music rocks showed my
haha
But from my view, these wizards need some pampering
Not a mere mix dilutin' and tampering with the essence
Leavin' em with a lack of substance
Make me feel nice o
When you gonna gimme that thing
Throw it back, throw it back
Make me feel nice o
My baby she be sweet 16
Know by the way she put it
boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas
Screaming what, what niggas, y'all a bunch
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
wanna leave this club
get to the tele and give the nigga some love
you really wanna touch the ice
i can tell by the way your eyes scopin the ice (at me)
(I mix the Louis the Gucci the Prada)
(950 my feet I rock Balenciaga)
(I cut you off because you was a doubter)
(You started off sweet til I seen you
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
a Farrakhan atonement
Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin
Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian
A country nigga still lookin' for
A New York hoe
About to kill
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
The way she taking shots man she dangerous
(Aye)
She off the tequila
She got me hard as rock (Aye) of that termana
(Aye)
Shawty bad no bunny
We be hella lit
Rock baby, baby
Move baby, baby, baby
You mix, baby, baby
Hustle baby, baby, baby
You rock baby, baby
Move baby, baby, baby
You mix, baby, baby
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