Lyrics:
the Adderall that made me
So screwed up
Big taker
I feel like pop
When I woo'd up
Ay, slow, slow, slow
Y'all niggas slow
You gotta catch up with the flow
Niggas they be hoes
Niggas switch up real quick when they can't play they role
And I can't bitch up when it get tough so I'm sticking straight to that code
hating big in the magazine, and don't even know the boys
I know the ploy, washed up rappers wanna attack people
Run up to the car, pull out the mac
with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost
If you can't see this
I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller
Big ups
f'real, Jay-Z lives
Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Dame Dash, ha-ha
Roc-a-fella Records, uh-huh
Everybody from Brooklyn
Sauce Money, Big
All this anger pent up inside
I went up inside a Bennigans diner with a cigarette lighter
Figured I'd try to set a big enough fire
That'll trigger
The bitches come later
Just don't trust thy neighbor
Live by the gun you gone die by the sword
Live up today we could die by tomorrow
This shit is so real
background
Stats ain't changed nigga
This the Asshole By Nature
Slow Loud And Bangin'
Screwed Up motherfucking Click
The same motherfucker from Guerilla Maab
foreign chicks wit big ass hips
My Pokey balls on they lips
Then I'll do they ass like cshe
Let one go then I'll dip
I Ball like ah swoosh on da mic
say so (mmmhmm)
When we move yes (mmmhmm) sometimes we lay low (mmmhmm) aiyyo (yo)
Big up my little nigga Pedro
Make you after the L like turkey,
niggas ain't this hard
They ain't fuckin wit big dawg
(Aye Aye Aye)
Dj turn me up
(Aye)
Aye It's stuck
(Aye)
Aye Shawty she gone go and chop it up
(Aye,
niggas ain't this hard
They ain't fuckin wit big dawg
(Aye Aye Aye)
Dj turn me up
(Aye)
Aye It's stuck
(Aye)
Aye Shawty she gone go and chop it up
(Aye,
She love the kid, I swear this girl my biggest fan
I does it big, I take the gwap and make a fan (let's turn up)
I'm in your city with them real
Like redneck or "got the blues"
That's where you apply colors to
Something else, you know, to come up with
What it is you're trying to say
So, there are
my soul
R.I.P. Pimp, real screwed up click
Move to the A, opp keep chopstick
Might start a moshpit, ball, Ron Artest
No fight club, but I keep Brad
with a mafia (Huh)
Look you don't know shit about UGK
Or Mr. Fat Pat and Grey Screw tapes
I rep the Screwed Up Click peep the watch I'm wearin'
I'm
his thing near every hood
Showin up skated up 20 inch on truck to truck pinky close to clut
You looking real good keep showin up
Jump in the hearse
chasin' is effect
Real niggas lost the fake, and a war that's takin' place
You might get chopped up by the gauge, you ain't the kind that can't relate
It's goin' down, and you know it's goin' down
Throw your hands in the air for that H-Town
It's goin' down, and they can't really see
Screwed-Up Click for
hear 'bout (for what?)
They talkin' that subliminal shit, tryna make me click out
Pull up by your chick house, turn it to a click house (yeah)
Catch
to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K
Send MC's to me in squads of three say
Rockness Monsta, is he for real, it can't be
See him in action as he transform, that
(Brrrd)
That fire can get you
We hang with them dealers
You know, with the real ones
Out on the block
Yeah the cops they won't do none (No)
Cant fuck with
with a mafia (Huh)
Look you don't know shit about UGK
Or Mr. Fat Pat and Grey Screw tapes
I rep the Screwed Up Click peep the watch I'm wearin'
I'm
I Love My Bitches (ILMB) lyrics
VERSE 1 (Satuye)
And brotha,
I’m staring this off right with all my hunnies by my side, I got some treats to keep ‘em
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