Lyrics:
by buck
By only a single goin' gold?
Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O?
the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G.
the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G.
I, step off into the party like a real O.G
Got a- bout 40 or 50 girls behind me
They all- must be waiting for my pool party
I'm just- tryin
Somethin' keeps tellin' me that, me that
Everything gon' be alright (Slide Alot in the building, uh)
Every time I try to leave
Something keeps pullin' me
about the dookie 'cus you just took a shower
Workin' your thang for a whole half hour
I'm not like you girls that spit it out and take it out
Girl, I
That comes first
When Its Done, We get turnt
Fellas vibe, ladies twerk
Im like Fee fi fo fum nigga ima giant
Just started heatin up an now my niggas is
Lead your steps like one two
I love it
I love it
And you got me saying
Woah baby I might
Have to show you off tonight
You got somethin’ goin’ on
And it’s
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
is bringin' home the bacon
You got the body that the song likes to shine on
The kind that makes the fellas wanna put the mac on
And you're not afraid
I like chics
Like FKA Twigs
With your lil blonde wig
And your Instagram pics
Tryna get likes
Tryna get by
I used to live
In a warehouse in Bed Stuy
Followed by a series of unfortunate events
Looking like white America got a brother again
And what's life like for me, it's but a dream
Everything ain't
I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe said somethin' that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't
perry
Gun under pillow like I'm beefin' with my tooth fairy
Knowin' I'm too prolific for an earlier bury
Stand for somethin' so big, your back couldn't
I got like hella
(Racks) when I walk inside the bank
They already know I'm a young rich fella
(Young rich fella)
He said that he 'bout that
Action,
that Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brook
Uh, uhh, uh huh, uh uhh, uh uhh
Uh huh, uhh
Yo, career crook, nobody rap Brooklyn like me
Jigga-Man, Volume 3, I'm
the doo-rag off"
Hit a U-turn; ma I'm droppin you back off
Front of the club, "Jigga why you do that for?"
Thug nigga til the end, tell a friend bitch
Won't
Old school fella
Been captive like Mandela
Never a good weather
Harsh storms till December
Old school fella
The sound I still remember
Old school
chest like a voucher
I'm about ta, turn it up a little louder
Beats smack a little harder, got you sayin how the..
Hell did you do that over there?
Stop playin'
You and them dyke-lookin' bitches actin' like y'all jumpin' somethin'
Go 'head with that bullshit (motherfucker)
I'm still in love with
better handle it
Your time has ticked for the
Loc you can't fuck with
Causin' damage and you still
Can't manage to deal
With a nigga like me that's out for
Roc-A-Fella y'all
[Jay] It's the Roc!
Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
[Jay] R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.
Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
[Jay] Hov'!
it big like puffy
By using my thought I make your chicken wanna touch me
But I knew it ever since I was a kid up on that huffy hey
I remember they told
a song, the other girls sing along
And tell all the fellas that that lady is single
Fickle way to tickle on my young man's ting
She's up for doing what
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