Lyrics:
right
I get up on that ass, see what that be like
I fuck a bitch good, if she ask me right, huh
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I get
[Chorus]
Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat
Some nigga hit me wit a signing
Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat
Went to my block, got it off and coped metal
I don?t even understand it
What the hell went wrong?
Maybe folks will wise up and take heed to this song because
Chorus:
Everybody?s breakin?
but they don't want smoke, what's up wit em now
Aye, what's up wit em now, aye, what's up wit em now
Aye, gimme the pound, you know I blow by the pound
fuckin wit me! Stop fuckin wit me!
You know, it seems like no matter
No matter how hard I fuckin try
I can't do the right motherfuckin shit
Like I be
down she knows we did it, (she knows)
And it’s splendid
All we know is straight M’s or attempted,
R1 circle see how it bended
Get back sweet what’s
that fye, yes the truth nah this ain't a lie
People asking me why
Look 'em in the eye
I walk wit that fye, yes the reason I'm up on a rise
Got me moving,
stuck and fucked from the gate
Set it straight, regulate
Wit' a bomb I'm about to detonate (Boom!)
Hesitate, aw, now you know what
Y'all niggas were
a motor like a banshee
If that's ya man, girl you can forget it
I'm standin by the bar, parrot-toed, bowlegged
I make him wanna hit the bare guts
It ain't
wit' Deuce, I fuck wit' Deuce
You fuck wit' Deuce, I fuck wit' Deuce
It really ain't nothin' to prove, yeah
Yeah, I'm talkin' big, what up to my
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
bounce wit me
Uhh! yeah
It ain't even a question
How my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes
Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes
What
what people would deem as successful
Sometimes it gets stressful cause everyone tells me I'm special
I beat myself up all time
My mind and I constantly
to act a fool
The new no limit, we don't play by the rules
I came to party, not to clap tha game
To get tha see out of jail cause it's time to get paid
Up
shit is liquid wit it ooh
Got keys
Mazda
Whats that a Mazda?
Her man's an impostor
I smoke it up like a rasta
I want all the smoke I eat pasta
Pasta wit
thinkin' about snatchin' her up, Dirty, makin' her mine
Look at her hips (what?), look at her legs, ain't she stacked? (Stacked)
I sure wouldn't mind
lil' howard
oh shit!
(music: throw yo hood up if u representin)
wussup nigga?
they call u chingy now
(ching,ching) (laughing)
cost lot a lurr, pop a cop,
It’s Friday so all day go insane
lose my brain.
we work hard so we play
lot of Xo , we this way (this way)
I'm way up can’t shift that
they got stuck
like it is it is what it is you get what you get
I'mma act up wit it I'mma act up wit it I'mma act up wit it cause yall done pushed me over the edge
thinkin' about snatchin' her up, Dirty, makin' her mine
Look at her hips (what?), look at her legs, ain't she stacked? (Stacked)
I sure wouldn't mind
Louis is ridin' wit me")
Say what, say what ("Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin' with me")
I'm back (yeah I'm back) I ain't went nowhurr
'Cept
a vibe and dive in this rush
Now watch your life just brighten on up wit us
We really be the artist
Putting work on instrumentals
And we keep it
You that muthafucka if you don't believe in it
You a sucka regardless what you believe in just know this you betta
Stand up wit it
A you betta stand up
it back
I'm like batter up
Turn down for what
I'm turning up
Check me off that Nike
Oooo I think she like me
Money money money
What u gonna do wit it
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