Lyrics:
Go on and get ya' camera phone on, it's a photo shoot
It's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
feel)
A young nigga sellin' fruity by the pound (that's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (that's how ya feel)
.45 on my lap, it's
pick they phones up
I know suh, hang it up no clicking over
I ain't gon' hold ya'
I put the pain on ya' fader
They didn't ask to cut the yard
Papi with
ya head with me
(Check it, check it)
Yo, case closed, erase my foes
Chased away by the black suits, shades and clothes
We above the law, Feds can't
vibrations not your phone now
Can you hear it, and this aint no ringtone sound
This the type of song to get you hyped up at the shows now
Middle fingers up
my phone now
Only way you gone get me what ya thought
Getting caught up in some beef that never worked for me
I ain't trying to be up no shirt for
to soldierette
>from every killer to cadet
Playa hatas get wet
Tru niggas march playas step
(chorus)
We no limit soldiers
I thought I told ya
We no limit soldiers
mine thats not my ringtone
aw it's doing me head in this
someone answer it
just answer the phone
someone turn that phone off
tell ya what im gettin sick
that's ok, I'll come by and get you. Lets say around..."
[She hangs up phone]
Richie: "Come on.."
[Phone rings]
Richie: "Hey."
Samantha: "Sorry. I guess he
the phone when it ring
Cuz I won’t
And I don’t
Said I don’t wanna mess around
Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, oh
I don’t wanna mess around
Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, oh
Ya ya oh no no
Know imma pick it up"
I'm way too high
I'm over they heads
I'm heavily flexing
They dont want to see it
I won't let them by
It ain't
CMR bitch. G Code nigga G code nigga G code nigga
Juvenile:
I ain't no pussy ass nigga (ya understand)
I'm a rapper but I'm still
Yeah, I don't wanna put no pressure on ya
I just wanna put a blessing on ya
Since our last undressin' session
I'm not really sure if you've been
Go on and get ya' camera phone on, it's a photo shoot
It's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
The thug jitsu practitioner that's paid in full
Ya gonna get the horns if ya mess wit the bull
I'm hitting ya wit deadly force no punches I pull
Over
of the business ya i ran it up
Got a call on my phone unknown number,
Whatsup did you need to get your house cleaned?
I cant even take you serious unblock your
rowdy by sayin na na na na na
I'm a cash deala'
A No Limit ass kicka'
I'm a bad nigga
Fast nigga
Ain't the last nigga
Keep my mind on my money
nigga
and plus she know I ain't no lame nigga
and I ain't pressin' her just to see if my number's
in her phone (in her phone)
then I'ma take yo bitch
yo
all the numbers in my phone
My, my, my phone
Thought they was my bros
They was only with me to get paper I suppose
These niggas ain't ya niggas over
ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
I’m no ghost if I disappear
Just easily distracted by commitment
In Black is back to protect the world
When the enemy is near, the elite is here
So have no fear
Just let me see ya nod ya head
When we get down with
No I'm not fineIi promise that I am not playin with you
I really like you I just wanna hear you say me too
Another sleepless night
Without you by my
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
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