Lyrics:
twinkle little star
I sliggedy-slam dunk like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
Numbskull, I piggedy-pump up like Reebok Pumps
I friggedy-freak the stuff that makes
a long, long time and I never go dey give up on the love
I go buy designer, yeah yeah (yeah, yeah)
Call you my miss malaika, baby (baby)
Anything that
'Cause y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows (where you at?)
Climbed out of a nice house
Through the front window and heard this guy shout
"Hey that's
or to soak in
But to have an impact on direction that they go in
Grounded by the roots, hooked to the soil
Recognize the rumble that we're in, yeah, it's
nothing like air
I no come London to snap picture (Gbagbe)
Hennessy on ice that's a mad mixture
If you try us we go come beat y'all
I'm chilling by the sea
imma get that alimony
It's that Bobby and Boggy beat that 'gon get the people going
If they don't already know it, they doubting the omen
Now we gon'
done that in a million years
Hey, little minivan, we're goin' to the grocery store
She's got an automatic tranny with overdrive,
and the radio's
to go Platinum
Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P-D, rollin
twinkle little star
I sliggedy-slam dunk like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
Numbskull, I piggedy-pump up like Reebok Pumps
I friggedy-freak the stuff that makes
this scum on your chest? did that little rubber mammy 'do something' on you?
Thing-fish: (alarmed)
Ob'dewlla! you lil' vagrant! what you been up to wit
callin' shorty dream girl, now I'm fuckin' shorty in Houston
I brought her to my home so when niggas groupin' and bitches boostin'
Was on that ass since
still don't show that
Go back to where I was raised
On the porch is where they got braids, never not afraid
To test my shot, drop a hundred dollar fade
dynamite, I'll pick up little gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don't
dynamite, I'll pick up little gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don't
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
Like I was Shannon Sharpe
I'm sick wit it, and I think I got that cough again
That flow is broke... did you turn it off then turn it on again?
That's all
Cause that girl was a thot
Shoutout to Hoppe
Ahh
Can't nobody stop me
Ahh
Colder than a hockey zamboni
You and ya mans a phony
A bunch of George Cloneys
that still remember who they slept with?
Where's all the girls too busy studying to make the guest list?
But when you do go out, you still working what
nigga, made it outta poverty, yeah
I did everything I had to do, got where I gotta be
I don't never foresee, no one's stopping me
Got a whole lot
yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
And she drew
Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch
And she drew
The mailman, delivered everyday at 4
Lucy had
looking so nice.
Gotta a bad bitch yeah by my side.
If I go rollin it up in a swisher
You know how we did it's just for my Uncle
I gotta get it, smokin that
a girl that lives up the block
Back in school she could turn all the boy's heads
Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by
And have a few drinks after she put
me a rock star, girls call me cock star
Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-Town go-getting pimps, we mobsters
Gingerbread Man even
a girl that lives up the block
Back in school she could turn all the boy's heads
Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by
And have a few drinks after she put
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