Lyrics:
work money up to
Di time like clockwork
Some white collar crime like bankwork
Wayne wire some money from ainsworth
Thousand pound dats how much mi pants
night, at the titty Club
See them Dance on my Pants, soon it will be bathroom time
You better watch Out I think she's a guy
I ain't quite sure but
pants
I would follow through, not thinking of me and you
[Chorus]
If I could erase, everyone of my mistakes
Tell me would it make you want
the closet now
So bitch you stand like a ho, make yo' plans like a ho
Wear yo' pants like a ho, she gone get mad like a ho
But bitch you lied to me, huh,
Diff'rent types of wear a day coat
Pants with stripes and cutaway coat
Perfect fits, puttin' on the Ritz
Dressed up like a million dollar trouper
Tryin'
they say got a motherfuckin' Glock and this motherfucker spray
The motherfuckin' racks boutta fall out my pants put the motherfuckin' choppa up, hit in
.40 and the GRAW pants (GRAW pants)
Look at my chain, kill you and your man (you and your man)
Copped the Glock when the G5 land (G5 land)
Drop
hand
Then I leave his ass with a stiff in the pants
Like oh my God
I think he got robbed
And then he found out
It's is an inside job
What should we call
club
See them dance, on my pants
Soon it will be bathroom time
You better watch out, I think shes a guy
I aint quite sure but somethin aint right
Blue balls
Its dollar night at the titty club
See them dance, on my pants
Soon it will be bathroom time
You better watch out, I think shes a guy
I
What you wanna do ? What you wanna be ?
What you wanna do ? Come boy shake your pants
What you wanna do ? Who you wanna be ?
What you wanna do ? Come
you're just a huge mess
going everywhere
do you know how you're actin rite now
acting a fool
tryin get my pants down
don't know why i liked you
Chorus:
i
in pants, mm-hmm (it jiggle in pants)
It fill up my hands, mm-hmm
I'm finna make plans, mm-hmm (I'm finna make plans)
Refill up my Xans, mm-hmm
Ninja gooi gooi gooi Ninja gooi gooi
Hello mense, quick put your hands up die moeder-fokken Ninja's keeping it gangsta (Hoss)
Kid pull your pants up, I'm
me through
Yeah, all you ever did was lie
Pants on fire, pants on fire
Guess you can't find love in Mollywood
No you can't find love when you're
I'mma teach you how to dance, how to dance, how to dance
Oh
Teach me how to dance and groove me out my pants
And my body through a trance and fuck we
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Gloc forty, dope money make my pants
the night of our lives
If tomorrow
Never comes
Then tonight we lose control
Shake that jello, this your jam, yeah
This that flavor for your pants
Drop that
I wear tight pants like Jimmy Page
Iæ?¦ starting to think to myself I donæ?° know
Should I go?
But everyoneæ?¯ gonna be there
They say the bandæ?¯
another niggas woman's pants
I would follow through, not thinking of me and you
[Chorus]
If I could erase, everyone of my mistakes
Tell me would
won't spend no nickle on no ass
I don't even want no stankin' bitch, stankin' by my cash
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Bitch, I'mma cum outta' the pants
I'm
(uh-huh)
Better ask my last nigga
Ain't a bitch can take my place
Sundress with no panties on
But I wear the pants (pants)
I been showing my ass without
right
How many songs I gotta sing to
Get you out your pants
Girl, you think you're fine, fine, fine
Girl, you think you're fine, fine, fine
Girl, you
a show, then get a check
Too many bitches with hands in my pants
I keep a 40 i gave to my mans
Wallet for wallet, got too many friends, yeah
Never take
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