Lyrics:
Here's the last thing I'd like to mention
That when it's time to set it off, trust me son
I ain't the motherfuckin click, I'm the motherfuckin one
I do my
of the party, mmm-hmm, 'til I almost cry, mmm-mmm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us
Hey, Miss Donda
If you run into
this crowd on it's feet
So we can set it off, I've got your back, Salt
You know I'm never soft, yo where's your records at?
Right beside me, ready
I'll be back so remember me
(Ya, hey, it's the king, bitch!)
Please keep me in your mind if we ever have to part
(Hey, hey, hey, don't forget shawty)
nigga (hey)
She see blue faces, it's no explanation (no no)
Can you make this paper all across the nation? (whoa yeah)
Told her just be patient, I'ma
(Scared to go)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I clean up like hands and soap (Hands and soap)
Get a mink, let it drag on the floor (Drag
even born
It's such a gamble when you get a face
It's fascinating to observe what
The mirror does but when I dine it's for the
Wall that I set a place
I
crowd on its feet
So we can set it off
I've got your back Salt you know I'm never soft
Yo where's your records at?
Right beside me
Hey Big J, whats up
I set it off, Iset it off with a thousand volts
You couldn't see me with a sniper scope
I'm outta our sight, my mic is dope
I'm
head cut off
Three 6 Mafia hypnotizin' don't make me set it off
Screamin' notha fuckin' murder, murder, murder on my mind
Gettin' wild with these
Biting it now cause
I'm wanting a jet
Friends ain't been down
Got no homies no set
My girl in my ear
Hope you do not forget
Her legs in the air
at the fair
They shinin' brighter than the sun I wash 'em from Monday to Sunday
I wax on and wax off like I'm Daniel-san
My roof's missin' on my car, it's
pose
Mr. 3-0
That's what she told
Hey, get it out the mud
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready,
a philostopher 'n see what he says!
Greggery stops at a gas station
And makes a mysterious phone
Is this the old loft
With the paint peelin' off it
By
Brian Urlacher, nobody can run it by me
Told a chick, I go bare you'll be a single mommy (Chicago)
Hadda get it popping for the come up
Poppin off the rip
of the flicks in mail
The Street Family speed off in six SL's
To all them chicks at Yale "hey-hey-hey-hey yo"
Shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well
y’all. Yeah, uh. Turn up
Turn up, y’all. Uh, turn up (Hey)
I’m looking for a better way
To get myself to Saturday
It’s all the same
Monday through
on stilts on these hoes (woo)
Fuck ya' baby daddy right now (right now)
Anna Mae, got cake by the pound (pound)
Go down, eat it up, don't drown
Mac n'
the hill (Hey!)
I don't know if I'll get it back (Hey!)
By hook or crook I will (Hey!)
English Chelsea fan (Hey!)
This is your last game (Hey!)
We're
Ion' even drink tequila
I'm still grinding
I ain't made it yet
This watch hit off the meter
I stayed solid til my time came
I met a lil eater
And she
Friday Saturday
Don't let no girl no bitch (hey) no man no nigga get in my way
I keep my gun with me (always) for peace I keep it right by my side (.45
Hey look where we at from where we got up
From never having reasons to smile and breathe
The bloody print's still where I fought off
Your misery that
females non-stop
And they all bangin harder then a set of 12's
Plus they by themselves ass is healthy lookin well
It's gonna be a good night I can smell it
CELL PHONE.
FREDDIE: YOU CAN HAVE IT!
CARLY OPENS HER DOOR AND RUNS INSIDE.
CARLY: I'M HOME.
SPENCER: HEY, KIDDO. UP HERE.
CARLY LOOKS UP
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