Lyrics:
steppin', got me leavin' back a puddle (woo)
Get a nigga stretched, real quiet, real subtle (stretched)
Big dawg status, don't play with this shit (beast)
now she hidin' in my whip (but kick it)
I know just what you need you need to fuck with me
'Cause when you ballin' with Joey you in another league
(Play that back, Lucent)
(TimmyDaHitMan)
Look, spin and ben'n', yeah with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch me, do 'em dirty with it
Your ho
uptown
She got a fly new Benz, kid of Asian brown
Every night she would front and try to flex on the X
For no reason, with that diamond and stud shit
the P.J.'s, the heat waves
Kids play where heat sprays
Straight floods, no love, fake thugs
Draw blood with Four-Four snubs
Tear away your rug
Kids with
you have it
Beating my drum like, dum-di-di-day
I like the dirty rhythm you play
I wanna hear you calling my name
Like, "Hey, mama, mama, hey,
cautious, nigga (trap, ho, ho)
Bitch, I'm cautious (ho)
Let a nigga play with me, shoot the Glock 'til my finger get exhausted (ho)
If I'on't hit him,
Are you ready to make gains?
Why you always trying to maintain?
Nah, we don't wanna play the blame game
I used to always do the same thing
Never
got hip-hop clowns
Birds fly that around
Goons that get down
Time to play around
If a bitch act right
She bouncing with me tonight
Se que te gusta
love you if she not toxic
Don't give yourself up to these lames, them niggas not poppin' (fools, they ain't me, Doe Beezy)
You can play with all them
can taste the wine
Feel the sand on my feet
Take me back to paradise
Play our own symphony
We were tripping through the night
With that perfect
if you want it
So tell me everything you gon' say
I'ma make it anyway if we don't play
Your body suggest, remember how you touch me?
I put this
P, what up?
Chillin', East
Thots we at the Ramada, models we at the Waldorf
Play the hood with a diva, might want her but I don't need her
crack baby
I'm 'bout that paper for real, man, y'all lil' niggas just be playin', aye
Twelve years old, I said I never let a bitch play me
Rich crack
with what you might find
You'll be surprised
Can you feel when the music starts to play
Rhythm of the music and my body starts to sway
You can feel
in it"
Sss, run with snakes, hear 'em hiss and shit
Cuzzo had on all blue like
He play for Michigan
Where bitches ball hard, but shoppin'
Never kissin'
Out in the streets
You won’t survive with wack-ass beats
("We can see that") these days and times
Watch how we get ours with rhymes
To my Metal Face
really running the streets with them Calicos
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close
(Monoxide Child)
We the clique that don't play
Quick to rip your
[Hook:]
Start with some shots then pop bottles
Flirt with the hood rats then pop bottles
[x4]
[Fabolous:]
Hey somebody tell Ramone we need some more
spitter
I'ma take it and steal her
Still don't play with the dealer, no
I'm way too realer
gangsta, weak niggas perpetrate
I grab my swatter, I swat this bug
He laid to rest fuckin' with T-R-IP-L-E S-IX
Niggas be talkin'
But in the end I like fuck
an Xbox and I'm more Atari
Mmm, but the way you play
Your game ain't fair
I pity the fool that falls in love with you
Oh, she's a gold digger
(Well) Just
lunatic from Brunswick, juicy Georgia peach
With a thick southern drawl, sexy swingin' walk, brother she's all
Country (shoot), from her cowboy boots
the money
You want the Big Prize
But they'll cut you
Down to size, with your
Bad attitude, twisted views
Bad bad attitude
Two can play that game, no
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