Lyrics:
She quick to hop up on his dick straight hoopie style
She let the fella hit but she sang she sell-a-bit
He ain't buying that, she ain't selling it
She
those reins
And just like your spirit the commission remains
Niggaz can cross the T's and, dots the I's
Now that I got too popular to cop them pies
trap star ball player, pro stars
Reach for the stars that's the way to go ma
I'm in the cut the one that leave no scars
Dark shades by D-I-O-R-
They
made?
Now fellas decide that they wanna run and tell like in the fifth grade
But I'm too gone, young'n be clear
Even when you see me, I am not really
the hustlas, come on
This is for the hustlas, oh
Oh, come on, come on
I make money like a motherfucker
It ain't no thang to me
Short Dog in
don't stop, like L.A grid Lock
If you get popped, your shit will stop
Clostamy bags, for all these fags, I don't wanna hear that shit
Hu Heff's
niggas and me releasin
Bone and CD's
With money steady increasin
For houlagans like me
Money by all means
Smokers gone pay for daytons
Smokin on collard
on corners, singin' with the fellas
Lookin' for the cute chicks, tryin' to find me
Lookin' for some trouble, or anyone who'll give me some
I was young
a young boy, growin' up in the ghetto
Hanging out on corners, singin' with the fellas
Lookin' for the cute chicks, tryin' to find me
Lookin' for some
on corners, singin' with the fellas
Lookin' for the cute chicks, tryin' to find me
Lookin' for some trouble, or anyone who'll give me some
I was young
am the one that will always succeed (word)
I have what all the fellas need (word?)
And if they gotta pay for it that's what they'll do
What the fuck
starin' at my nephew are
Like you're makin' me jealous, but you ain't knowin'
Me
Fellas, what you gonna tell us
You must be thinkin' that my mack ain't
that
But I do like ebony
Met this Mexican
Out at Walmart, now he wet for me
Now Jesus in my trunk
And he's crying so Jesus wept for me
Yea we whippin'
he's dumb.' He's just a cat, he's trying to use English and it's not his language. You know, but he's getting by. Like, how well do you get by in Czech?
gone be testing you sure in for a lesson
That's forever session I'm blessing to be the don
By the time you get the message outta this one I'll be
of bad luck
The doctor bills come and the well has run dry
Seems like their grown kids don't care if they live or they die
And that's the way it was in
think I'm crazy|By the way I'm moving to the beat|You're standing on the wall|What you come here for?|You wanna feel the heat|Dance and lose
See I know all about you
[? ]and I ain't too hot for u now[? ]
And now u talking fast actin like u something u not
So now when I talk bout u can't even
the fellas or clap like a Delta
You come in here bumpin' yo dentures
Can’t you tell I’m here on a mission
On go so ain’t no intermission
Been tellin' these b-
can't match this shit
Workin' like the shift don't change
Look, fuck what they talkin' I'm bout gettin' money
That's somethin' that's neva gon' change
bitches
That's gone propel me
If we ain't in the same wing
Then what you gone tell me
Like I already got it all
So what you gone sell me
I got no budget for
somethin', yeah, yeah
Yeah, just to hold you
Let me kick somethin', let me kick somethin' for you, yeah
Ayo, these hands were made to scorch mics
So pass
a twinkle in his eye
Like the little Irishman she knew what to do,
cnd that is how I can now be singing this to you.
with another chick from my building
Kick her a** out and have breakfast like a mo' f***a'
I'm with another b**** by super
Yeah me and hate that's
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