Lyrics:
think maybe a ol' ten piece hook me up muthafucka
I know you got that shit
Yeah mothafuckin' Dope Fiend Willie in the house,
Don't give a fuck about
Had work and I knew it - I come in your door, nigga
Tie your family up - they all got on the floor, nigga
By all means, whatever it takes to get green
the day by the time somthing down
Gotta get better believe I'm gone
Now you can call me the vampire type
Batman livin' in a cave no lights
Seem too
Issa mood
Three in the morning I'm up for a drill
Hit up my brother, he down for the thrill
Told me to slide on the '9 by the field
Get this shit
brew
Lil' Block, O.B., Squeak can't forget about you
B.J., Kiyay, Spoon-Guy we been down here long
Lil' Lynn and K-I-are yeah them boys real strong
she came
And backed it up
She got skill it turned hectic
Ass shakin' she's impressive
Plan B I get my rest in
I beat it up no domestic
Told a lil
ermerica!
Harry-as-a-boy:
I suppose you're right, mr. thing-fish, but you'll have to admit...this is a rather awkward situation!
Harry:
That's right!
Everybody give a cheer
Santa Claus is sitting here
Mr.goldstone I love you!
Give a cheer to Mr.Goldstone
Smith and Dale and Nathan Hale rode in to one
('scrace)
I thought I told you that (oh my God)
(Keed talk to 'em)
Stuff a hundred racks in the bag (racks)
Gucci prints on the floor mat (what?)
Which
a mansion
Run it up
Can't prance it
Run it up
Then chance it
All money in
I rinsed it
Lil bro Moving it
Dancing
Big four selling Mans
Bitch Ima beat you
me feel like I'm a dentist (mhmmm)
I'm a menace on the block Mr.Wilson I'm Dennis (you heard)
I could drop anytime lil nigga independent (uh huh)
In
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
to blow you fin to see
Gucci boots on her feet, Gucci boots on my feet
I'ma pay a lot tonight, shine and have a seat
[Chorus]
[Lil' Flip]
When I
now he sittin in a cell droppin quarters, nickels & dimes
Once your dawg gone, then tha cat gonna play
I seen lil momma in tha club shakin that ass
gon' play and she don't play it by the book
She gon' have you shakin' in your boots, you feelin' shook
I don't wanna fall in love this time
I don't wanna
Put a hole in yo ass, I see right thru you
Put a couple in yo casket cause it ain’t no sequel
Got you blowing in the wind like nigga I feel you
Had him
the blue Coupe
Rims match the kicks blue boots
See me pull up in some green clean
Probably rockin' a pair of mean greens
But you don't know I get green seems
(Im down for you, there's no doubt in me)
"Big Time Rush", she need a "boyfriend"
Im locked in with you even after the world end
My lil ting, I
a sound
My pack wolves, these not hounds
You want wounds you want rounds
Lace ya boots, fix ya crown
Niggas hem you up, no snitching allowed
Niggas press
Yeah you know a nigga got dough
A nigga can leave the league
But if I leave... the fans
Still gone love me man?
I get love out here in Harlem, man
I done
Porsche)
Got that bitch shakin' ass in the kitchen in booty shorts (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't tryna die no time soon, they say life too short
That's only if you
Hard to know You got the power
When entities expecting commas
Manhattan Maccin'
Lil g Lower Bracket
Push CD's throughout traffic
Syntax wolves cling
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
your bodyguard ain't scarin' me (no)
Put your friend in therapy, you know I did, he barely lived (grrt)
Askin' me, "Take care of it," I squash it if I
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