Lyrics:
to the mall
Round here we do it big, can't go small, girl toot that ass up can you twerk on da wall
Round here we do it big, can't go small, I'm really that
'cuz you know my money long it full
i'm in this bitch stuntin' by the bar stuntin' keep
my woman like my cartilage jaw stuntin' if you cannot
finish you
the cash and book
I make ends but it depends on my type of vic
If it's a dealer the Tec-9 will gun him quick
Who's to say if I want, money, and if I will
see you shake sum
Twerk it for a young nigga let me see you shake sum
Pop it pop it pop it
Let me see you shake sum
Got them dollar want them dollars
coast to coastin'
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion? Oh my Lord
Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey, hey, hey, like Fat
coast to coastin'
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion? Oh my Lord
Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey, hey, hey, like Fat
you an ear to this the flows been heaven sent
We all got a time where we go unnoticed
Years of copelessness tears and hopelessness
So cold it gets
Til'
him and finish'em
Im clipping my vic I ain't hitting no innocent
We down on the score board we tryna get up one
Homie ain't know I was with it drew down
Yea nigga I'm hood rich
Fucking with that dog food yea I feel like I'm Mike Vic
Wanted to hit da block sell dog food to get rich
Scrambling for my
roll another, Just left P crib finished
Getting budded, Haystackz poppin' bottles Vodka proofed it by the 100
Bitches already know - see a nigga coming,
god damn
When it's time to go slide while it's sunny, yeah
Lil baby wanna lift up her skirt, she wan throw her lil ass, lil baby wan twerk
When I come
Catchin' vics, throwin' bricks, gettin' by bein' slick
Used to get high just to get by
Used to have to puff my L in the morning before I get fly
Ate
No more backs on the wall (no)
Come pull me close to you (rock)
Rock me deep into the morning (rock)
'Cause by sunrise I'll be gone
I wanna be
backing it up
She be sliding, and gliding
Drip, drip on her body
Next message, "Vic Mensa's a bitch"
Next message, "Vic Mensa's a pussy!"
Next
Omode yen ju mi n'ibadi
Ewodi ewodi
Omode yen ju mi n'ibadi
Ju mi n'ibadi jo fun mi girl
Give it to me and twerk for me girl
Ewodi ewodi
Omode yen fun mi
When she throw it back
That's a boom boom boom
Twerk
With no hands
Oh god
Work
With no hands
Oh god
Shake
With no hands
Oh god
Slay
With no hands
Oh god
want it I need that Vibration
Twerk it up twerk it up twerk it up break it down low then you pick it up
Now pop your chest like you hiccing up (Hiccups)
Yuh
Niheem, Lets talk
Mmm (Mmm, mmm)
Do the dash in the wraith when I go by (Vroom)
Yea
I call that shit Westbrook (Uh, huh) the way that it blow by
it
Welcome to Hell's Kitchen, welcome to Hell's Kitchen
Its Hot
Uh huh
Welcome to Hell's Kitchen
Hell is where da home is, dats where da Vic's live
by my damn walk
Throw that ass in a circle
Bitch make that ass talk
Run run it up my bitches is fine as fuck (fuck)
If that nigga choosing then you
it!
Kick yo leg out while you twerk it in a circle
Throw throw that ass stop acting like you nervous
It’s 3am me and Waffle House still serving
I was
Leave through the lobby
Twerk that ass baby,
I wanna let that thang show
Wanna hear it clap
Bring you to my studio
Wanna get you on the alib
bands I tell her twerk for it
Yeah, big bands nigga you get murk'd for it
Damn my diamonds wetter than a surfboard
This ain't handed to me bitch I had
Catchin' vics, throwin' bricks, gettin' by bein' slick
Used to get high just to get by
Used to have to puff my L in the morning before I get fly
Ate
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