Lyrics:
do a double shift tomorrow, party hard tonight
Oh baby baby baby
Fuck
Look at her ass
She's helping my addiction, when I get in the back
Sean Paul Get
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
down coz I’m The boss
Took it ASAP like I came I saw
Fucking with me then you pay The cost
I say that coz when it rains it Pours
I’m fo shore
I’m fo
I do it by my lonely cause I'm true to the code
Plus I die with the homies cause that's all I really know
Who started with me, who departed with
Sean Paul? (What's happenin'?)
Hey (hey), now ladies and gentlemen (uh-huh)
It's about that time to (it's about that time)
Turn this thang on out
Now
Sean Paul? (What's happenin'?)
Hey (hey), now ladies and gentlemen (uh-huh)
It's about that time to (it's about that time)
Turn this thang on out
Now
the only rapper known by your grandmother (mother)
And your preacher and your teacher, ain't that a trip? (trip)
Moshi moshi acuagru ain't that a bitch?
Cedar Paul nigga
Mashin', grey and blue all day
All night all heated with heaters, Mac-11's
Nine millimeters, whattup Big Nate
I got a bitch that gobble
the grind
Trouble had become a friend of mine
You off up in my head, its just a matter of time
Before I rip shit apart and let Sean Paul shine
Like dem' folks
prove that I'm guilty
These lawyers fees is crazy, thank God, I'm playin' with milli's
In love with the streets, you by yourself when it get tricky
up the flow, they gon' bite it fo' sho
Put the stick on your bitch, 'cause you're hiding on low
This a 50, them young niggas ready to go
Richard
or else a Riot going start
Gong Zilla, Sean paul, colder than a cold sore
No flaw, so sharp, wanted like a outlaw
Dread Locks, Mohawk, gyal no meck di
all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee
half a OZ on my person
Lookin' at y'all niggaz like y'all owe me
For certain, I'm all that my fo'mat
Wearin' out ya do'mat I'm hurtin' commercialized
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
up, then hit that ATL on'em]
[Verse 2-Stat Quo]
S-T-A-T-Q-you-O
With the awkward flow from the AT, do
Wrist 'fo too cold, he swole, he roll, fo' sho
Fo' sho' baby, I know these hoes
Step up too 'em and show these hoes
I never wonder to myself "Would she?"
I get deep in her mind and her pussy
sho though we got the club shut down
Tryna pick which chick Ima cut now
Got a fetish for thick girls that's caramel brown
On a hunt and uggh guess
sho though we got the club shut down
Tryna pick which chick Ima cut now
Got a fetish for thick girls that's caramel brown
On a hunt and uggh guess
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
dressed, to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past fo'
Left
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
You getting that fo sho
Yeah I'm gonna get one fo sho
Fo sho
Ay
Yeah I paint it like Picasso
Had to go and fuck the game up with my eyes closed
Ay tell
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