Lyrics:
try Lil' Zo
Okay, hmm, Jig, wop, I'm on shit
Niggas be talkin and never be on shit
Niggas be on dick, somethin' that I don't get
Mane these niggas ain't
bleeding out blue
If he talking shit imma slide by you
The life that im living like GTA 5
Freaky lil bitch sucking dick all on live
Her pussy a ocean; head
yourself at home
I got money-loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money-maker, player hater
Shake up
Where my niggas with a bag who got money to spend
Come to V-I-P with me bring everyone of yo friends
I'll shake something daddy if you pay for it
hating I can't relate
You don't know where yo bitch at she with the lifers getting faded
She said she go both ways
Patron or dusse
2 bitches 2 cups fucking
groupies move around with that noise
I'm tryin' to sit down and roll up and get blowed
Find somethin' I can take back to tha mo-mo
Like that right there you
Shit yo path what you make of it some left deceased
I lost my dog shit I can't breathe
But Ima try to shake back and turn two into three
You do that
somethin that shoot straight in your
Arm, and get a plate from duct tape to wear the bait, some man
Made jars didn't give a little shake, I hope ya got
too many roughnecks
Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost
Had to beat niggaz with toast
Clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
the tool
Make more than a tooth hurt
Ha, rollin' up while I'm rolling up
On a roll lil homie ain't no slowing up
Haters talkin bout lemme hold somethin
I
The Nu Cru Revue
La la la la yeah that's what I like
La la la la yeah that's what I like
Can the nu cru review get live for you?
I dont
We sweepin' shit with a broom, we the clean up, crew
It's hitters for hire, lil bit
Yeah, we sweepin' shit with a broom, we the clean up, crew
I came
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
reveal it, ay (tell you somethin' 'bout me now)
Ahem, tool on deck why would I lie?
Nigga you a pussy, hope ya got nine lives
I can hit a nigga with
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
the dicks
Neef, keep somethin' on me, extended clip
'Cause I rather be judged by twelve then carried by six
And I can show you how to do this shit
Get ya
of a boxing match
Marine biologist looking for a shark to catch
Work or starve I want sirloin steak
I wanna live large and I got what it takes
It takes two
I do
They gon ride the wave, somethin’ like a cruise
Think it’s funny how they snooze, but it’s my dreams that are comin’ true
(HOOK)
(VERSE 2
' bitch I don't need her, yeah
Told that lil' bitch I don't need her
I fuck and then dip, I skrt off, a 2 seater
I'm number one and I know they don't like
doin the freak, I'm two deep in the Jeep
with the junkyard crew, gettin somethin to eat
We lose sleep to pay dues, at two dollar venues
Ten dudes, one
and get blowed
Find somethin' I can take back to tha mo-mo
Like that right there you lookin' good no doubt
What you got under that skirt, girl whatchu
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
the money, was a no-show
Pop up crew, walkin' through a funeral
Like big dance six 'cause I'm big, oh
To be honest, won't live long
But while I'm here I
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