Lyrics:
you're gonna have a rival that's bustin' at your door
Tryin' to put bullet holes up in your clothes!
Oh hoe, fa sho we can blow some mo'
While
nine-eight gold Navigator
I'm dippin like a lo-lo
Bouncin, smokin ounces, fo' sho' doe
Many underclothes hangin on the hoes
Since (Snoop, Slick Rick)
thoia thoia thoing
To who may need to know
That's her on da flo
Sliding down the pole
Wanted fo sho'
Both our hands wre up
Drinks were in the cup
twist me, you fuckin paper haters
I'm dippin in my nine-eight gold Navigator
I'm dippin like a lo-lo
Bouncin, smokin ounces, fo' sho' doe
girl
Now you ain't gotta go round no more
Fo sho! The doctor's operatin on the flow
Doctor you got my prescription and
It's keepin me alive
Doctor you
it, toss it like salad
Not Sean Paul, not 21 Savage
Like scroungy, Harry Belafonte
Pretty with no ass like Ariana Grande
I love it when my niggas
bring the flow up out it
Go getter fo' sho' about it, money over e'rythang
Stackin up this paper 'til it's higher than a airplane
I got your budget
through these four year old Brooke's
Bubba actin' shady, got my ex old lady shook
She know that I'm a crook by the chances that I took
So it's normal buyin'
You know it’s a movie like regal
Cinema, lil' Chrissy that's my photographer
Lil Boat be going very far
Burnin’ up like Sean Paul
Stack it up so I can
me on this song, baby
- Man, fo sho, my nigga, I got some fo' dis
- Go on, wreck it, homie
Man, I'm at that point in my life, I lost my kid to my wife
out
Sean writes his own, it's Tuesday night
And Mick and Colum, George and Paul
Joking, singin, having a ball
She says if you're on the wagon all night
full-throttled
You know we back in the basement with hella blunts in them bottles
Got the paul for the broads
Take that back, give me the bronze for the paul
I
[Baby talking]
Um hmm:fo sho
You can do big thangs when you're the Big Tymers
And even if you ain't nigga just keep grindin' nigga
You really don't
That's what they say when we hit the floor
Get our groove on fo' sho', you know, that's how it go
Got tennis shoes on and I'm still gettin' in
See me
[Jay-Z]
Fo' sho', everything's for dough now
I flow, y'all gotta pay a little mo' now
It's platinum, nowadays we put the gold down
We stepped it up,
Can I get ‘em? Can I speak the truth?
That, I will do, you know, fo’ sho’, yeah
And I'm a take ‘em all the way there Boo
Mack Maine can I bring ‘em
[Scarface]
Dirty
Nigga, dirty money
[Tanya Herron]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Scarface]
Dirty, fo sho
It's your downfall
[Tanya Herron]
Yeah,
circle
He had a sole red tail – once went red, now was pale
Fe Fi Fo Fum he was summoned up from hell
Booted down a spell
By a square-dancin' farmer
a fall, I'll spray all of y'all
Aw, mane, they got my back against the wall
Oh, that's how it is in the ghetto
(I got my back against the wall, wall,
the Maximas and Acuras
Trust me sweets butt-cheeks I be smackin UP!
.. and that shit's fo'sho'
What I really want to say is, "Getcha coat, let's go"
You
Trust me sweets butt-cheeks I be smackin? up
And that shit's fo'sho'
What I really wanna say is, "Getcha coat, let's go"
You seen the whips outside,
the Maximas and Acuras
Trust me sweets butt-cheeks I be smackin UP!
.. and that shit's fo'sho'
What I really want to say is, "Getcha coat, let's go"
You
brother, broham
Cadillac on 4's, strike a pose and the door slam
Wham nigga wham! Don't they say that in they show Dad?
Fo' sho' man, you actin' like
MTV, don't try to 'Punk' me, leave that cracker head lumpy
Fuckin' hoes and bustin' fo's so long, they call me Humpty Dumpty
No talkin', no fussin', no
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