Lyrics:
Nigga Snap out of it
Fucking with you heavy
Always got you begging
So I put it on you
Now you always want me in yo presence
If we ain't building, what we
poop
But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo
Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo
Can ya, can ya hear me? Checka, checka 1-2
Ayo,
tryin' to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I
and your spell
Wanna wrap you up, put you in a bow like an arrow
Grab you by the (meow), hope it's not a problem, in fact
About the only thing I agree
crotchless panties and tight
mini-skirts
Fuck it till it hurts
I'm about to snap
So open up yo' legs and let me feel yo' crack
TWIN GATS, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
shooters knockin out yo snapbacks
Put that drive-by on the SnapChat and see how many people Snap back
Like Zo you a savage with the ratta, tat, tat
You had
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
It's the Em from the state productions
In the booth with me I got Detoxify
Tee-ar up, Panda Tee
And of course the one and only Ab
You know stealing a crime
You looking deadly
Yo gaze done got me lit in a frenzy
Just by the way you move to lips done got me already tipsy
I mean
How
Im smoking on cookies just tryna relax
Got yo bitch face on my Louis V pattern
Rings on my fingers turn her head into Saturn
She say not her face by
Queens, New York
Flushing shit
(We back again)
That's right
Yo
Sour smoke out the nasal
The Pad Thai noodle topped off with basil
Sistine
alten Strophen und alten Beats
Eimsbush Stylee
Ah, check das ab
Yo
Was los? Wir sind im Haus heut' Nacht
Haben euch alte Styles mitgebracht
Für
on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step on stage, you scream for more
Afrika got rhymes galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I'll
know how to act
Always talkin out her neck, makin her fingers snap
She like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap
You better -
and rep but flodgin'
Niggas tweakin', dont really know that pain
Slid on em like snap with filters
Niggas hop on the mic
Get to cappin', and lyin' bout
yo hands and holla
Wolla went to Jr. high slangin' joints for a dollar
Finger waves was the new fad, so they spotted a due rags
Niggas got dumped
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
That's right, that's right
A tisket a tasket
that's all you ask it
Snap your cd and drop the pieces in your casket
Like little Jack Horna', I'm still
talkin' out her neck, makin' her fingers snap
She like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap
You better R-E-S-P-E-c-T me"
I got this French chick
on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step on stage, you scream for more
Afrika got rhymes galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I'll
flip you off and embrace it
Before I snap yo wrist like a mechanical bracelet
They tryna block my shine with the hating
I uppercut him looking I gave him
Snap you fingers, (Snap Your Fingers)
Do your step (Do Your Step)
You can do it all by yourself
Excuse me shawty I saw your glasses and that flower
pitch
Upping our leverage gotta be first there is no second
Snap of the fingers break em down fractions
In my heart There's no room left
We ain't got no
mob deep around the way
It's me and the crew, we're tryin' to map out the day
Yo what's the haps on how we gettin' snaps?
Are we gonna shoot some
uncles is from Sinaloa and michoacan
Nigga dont get yo ass chopped up by kuzzin juan uncle tom
U dont get a pass kuz u wit yo mom
Dont duck when this
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