Lyrics:
and my wrist in the sun And it's fuckin' shining
Put that pussy on my plate now that's Fine dining
Silly goofy
Smoke a doobie
Feelin loopy
Eyes are droopy
ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers
[Lil Wayne]
Now I be gettin' down and dirty from the U.P.T.
Nigga try to test bless his soul he rest in
to the beginnin'
All my niggas winnin', you see how we did it
Dreamt it now we live it
Now we all winnin', me and my
Lil Homie, everybody tryna get with you
Lil
so I’m tryna lead by example
Im tryna piece them together
Swear that it’s now and forever
Applying the pressure
Applying the pressure
Don’t cry under
it change
And now my eyes are open
I need your love
I need your time
When everything's wrong
You make it right
I feel so high
I come alive
I
we really gang
Dumb lil pigeon got caught in a alley
Was scared and he really sang
That shit alone was feeding the gang
Think we give a fuck if you
Where all the playa haters at? (Um hm)
Now point 'em out (Um hm)
Can we get it on? (Um hm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hm)
Where all the playa haters at?
bowed it down in NO
And every corner that I flow
I get it on
Can you get it on? (Um hmm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)
Where all the playa haters at?
She was skinny didn't care would've tooken Amari
Got on the belt and you know it's Versace, Always doubted myself til I got a lil cocky
Needa fix
pavement
You can't spit if you dead in the ground
In the woods where ya head'll be found
And its good that you getting it now in the prescient confessin'
Things are different now
Got a brand new bone to chew
Never used to think about nothing
Now i only think about you
She'd get up by the window
I'd stay
herbs getting fooled by these tweety birds
That word
These niggas food
I swear i hate you nerds
Hate you wankstas
Hate you tugs
Hang around them thats
herbs getting fooled by these tweety birds
That word
These niggas food
I swear i hate you nerds
Hate you wankstas
Hate you tugs
Hang around them thats
from the bottom, now I'm exactly where I should be
Nigga, if you could be, nigga, then you would be
Open up your eyes, lil' nigga, now you could see
us dudes
And leave us for another fool
Now it's on you
I've been cool
Breaking in two
Tryna keep it together before I pray another rule
Now it's
alone! Bumpy get it on
Bumpy spit chrome, Bumpy hold a throne
Now, Bumpy bring it home!
I wear Rolex watches and alligator shoes
Where niggas thought
alone! Bumpy get it on
Bumpy spit chrome, Bumpy hold a throne
Now, Bumpy bring it home!
I wear Rolex watches and alligator shoes
Where niggas thought
should
'Cause if you were my girlfriend
I'd be your shining star
The one to show you where you are
Girl, you should be my girlfriend
Does he know
Poke that dead thing
At the side of the road.
On your daddy's farmyard
There's a place you can go
Where you know that you're high
But you think
asking them yo what for
Why don’t you leave them guns alone and bring it to the dancefloor?
Where you can
Rock with me baby don’t stop nor fear (Don't
challenge, you opting out
Hit 'em with that overhand right, it knocked him out
Balenciaga on me, yeah, that's the shit we copping now
I ain't even top 3, lil
Yeah well, I gotta keep my blick
Never stressin' 'bout no bitch
Run yo' mouth and you get hit
Now I got blood on my lil' kicks
I'm not smokin', I'm
second intercepted
By the grind, gettin' mine
Nickel 9 for the haters
I reply "see you later"
When I die, go to hell, meet your maker
It's time
I get fly
takin' shit
Now you can say I'm on some hatin' shit
But them facts, I'm not just sayin' shit
Biggie really sold crack and fucked mad hoes
Did Faith Evans
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