Lyrics:
over 'ere we don't agree with it (nah)
You got a strap? Sleep with it
Cos I'll raise up the skeng
And make sure you don't wake up again
And let a nigga
If a nigga know yo flaws and take advantage, not the bro
If a nigga get yo girl out her panties, not yo hoe
Can't vibe with you, I'd rather kick it
be faking
Don’t fuck with plastic
I like paper
Throw it on the table
You claim you crip
Apply that PLE
Now you disabled
You lost yo lost in hide
ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore
Mc's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo'
El producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid
ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore
Mc's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo'
El producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid
breathin' (mmm), damn
I love a ho with a fat ass
Boy, you a bitch with yo rat ass
You stalkin' my shit with yo mad ass
Like Mike Jackson, do it , you
I-I-I'm at the telly with Holly and Dolly We on the same trip, we all pop wit Molly
I'm at the telly with Holly and Dolly We on the same trip, we all
and get 'em off the wall
So everybody in here can stop snorin
Yo where the safe Money unlock it, pull it out your pocket
Ben Banniker Bay with the Al
whack
But now I'm back (oh shh), so go get your strap (your strap)
Watch your head (head), I break bread (bread)
With Gs, Muslims, hard-heads
What you tryna cop?
You know we still 'Got It!'
Not foldin' like Shotti
I'm gone just like Gotti
I smell like a party, next door right by 12, where
niggas make the strap blast uh
Real niggas get the fat bag uh
Fine bitches with the fat ass uh
Real niggas get the last laugh uh
Real niggas make strap
rhyme, from 12 to 12, schemin
in the cut on the corner by the bodega with the hammer steamin
[Kool G. Rap]
Friend, forgive him for his sins (he better
the military aiming for the head man
Holes all on him leaking blood that's what we call a red man
Try to run up on me you get sprayed up by the doorman
Grab yo
always be a trap, nigga I got to
I'ma always keep a strap, nigga I got to
Got a new plug in California, nigga get the Cali bud by the Bundle nigga
1
Yo yo life is hard so I dedicate to God
Mad cats sell coke tryin not to starve
Young girls sell vagina from Jersey to Carolina
Saw moms
You a broke nigga I laugh at yo ass cuz yo ass never get to them racks
Paid it in full and I hopped out wit shooters them shooters gone shoot
Got
Xans
Bars
I be spitting straight white
Gotti
Shorty say "I mean it wouldn't shock me if you bent the block up in a mosseratti"
She know I'm workin when I
gettin' cash with it
Pretty face, slim waste, fat ass with it.
[CHORUS-Repeats]
(Trick Daddy) VERSE3: See I can tell by yo' smile
Girl you got yo' freak
trap
All I know is to trap
Posted up with the strap
Nigga play with my money
That hollow play with his cap
All I know is to trap
Trap trap trap
All
That's why yo raggety ass attitude is fucked up now
Suga Free, bitch swingin' on my dick sayin', wee
The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like mackin'
blinded by my passion and fury
Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin' my jewelry
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me truly effective
Rolls Royce gotta skirt
Rubberband benjis' we gonna call up yo Gotti
She coming over and she lookin like she can do palettes
(She say she bad so I go
don't never pass this worry on to nobody, we gifted
Inner visions clear, I'm tearing up my own body
Leaves falling, rake it up, Nicki and Yo Gotti
Stop
baby
I don’t see why you niggas be tryna fight me yuh
Pull up on the side with the high beams yuh
Bad bitches always say they like me yuh
If yo’ shawty
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