Lyrics:
44 beneath my head
Woke up next mornin' grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
I made a good run but I went too slow
They
Hot Toddy
Hot Hot Hot Toddy
It's the brown chick
With the soft lips
And the thick hips
Walk by
Hit the hip switch
Get his dick stiff
Good girl
Still
High end high grade I got high taste
Smoke an ounce of Cali by the blunt back at my place
Keep a Voss bottle by the bed just to hydrate
Or mixer if
I got P's
I got Bread up
I got cheddar
I got sauce
I been up on her good side
MJ I'm bad and I'm fried of course
Me and my team yeah we hot like lava
and pay the rent
Professional crackslanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for
the fat brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin' the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda
brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda bummy with
to be dry
'cause after the stronger man supply
But in the drought season it`s too hard to get by
Niggaz be runnin` off with D gafflin muthafuckas,
top of the stove
I go through emotions, but some I'm just not finna show
Haven't I proved to you, I'm always hot when it's cold?
Haven't I proved,
the drought season it's too hard to get by
Niggas be runnin' off with D gafflin' muthafuckas, startin' at chances
'Cause a nigga's mail ain't to muthafuckin'
Like a drive by
I’m so fucking high
I feel the beat but not my face
I know my drank’s too strong
But I can’t even taste it
Going crazy
Cause this bitch
The overtook me down in Juarez Mexico
In the hot joint takin' the pill
There walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
lovin' 44 beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
Let me see you dance
Like you burning from a Sun tan
Pompier is there for when
You get too hot
Now let me see that booty drop
Then back and up
Harlem
just want you by my side
I can't watch this flower die
I don't give a wuh wuh
I miss you a lot lot
I wanna see that butt butt
You're so funky and hot hot
Brown sugar on the rim with the cinnamon
Me and fly ass motherfucker, that's a synonym
Hot tub submarine, bitch I'm shooting torpedos
Kahlua, half
This that pretty brown, brown, driving me wild
Got me going buckwild, this shit a freestyle
Yeah, we trendin' now, wow, I know it's been a while
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
Or we gon' chill indoors?
Yo, a summertime plan
Tell the shorty grab the pots and pans
Make something hot not ham
The Gods we don't get down like that
Juarez Mexico
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills in walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
calories
I ain't got a deal they still ain't hot as me
Is you hating or u really proud of me
Are you proud
I been turnt up since I had my child
I keep
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