smoke glock Fleein' the murder scene, you know me well From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell But since when y'all niggaz know me to fail? Fuck naw Where all
, give me your kidneys? (Uhh, uhh, fo' sho') Catch a case you catch it with me? (Mmm, fo' sho') Pawn your jewlery to come get me? (You better know) Catch
ma mash out (Ya hear me?) This year a hundred mill' I'ma cash out (Ya hear me?) Today a 100K ain't nothin' to brag 'bout (Ya hear me?) The King pull it
-O dub, show your homie Even with the critics and the feds all on me I was tapping all the conies Dogg but my folks call me snoopy, boss dog nigga sue me
i think i'm fallin now and girl i know i'm a player fo sho' because of all the things that you've shown me, girl it's caused me to grow but a part
how i go home babe be wanna suck my bone she gotta fuck me jeans on fuck me dress on, fuck me jeans on, fuck me dress off, fuck me jeans on anything
it on the pole Get, get it on the pole Get, get it on the pole Now she get money bitch I love my bitches, I love my bitches All my bitches, we all damn
finally hit me Like Tina did Ike in the limo, it finally hit me I got a new chick, and she ain't you She Paula Patton 'thicke', she give me deja vu And
Hook: Bend Over, won't u pop dat pussy fo me.. Bend Over, won't u pop dat pussy fo me.. Bend Over, won't u pop dat pussy fo me.. Bend Over, won't u pop
to rubber band, but now i got a bungee if you let me expand, that refers to the money gucci's all good, chanel is all chummy and that aint even for me
[Lil Wayne] Fo' fo' bulldog, my, my, my pack I point it at you and tell it fetch I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p**sy, mouth
double digit thousand stacks Tip back, tip back, tip back, tip back, tip back Count double digit thousand stacks I kick in the door wavin' the fo fo All
Whether they gag me, bound me, hollow point 'round me (I feel ya) Dump me off the side of a bridge and drown me (Uh huh) Spare my family, the details
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me up Yo, turn me up, turn me up, up some more Up, up some more, up, up some more Yeah, up, up some more I walk
'm seein' me on top of you Doing things that lovers do But I don't belong to you What's a girl suppose to do Only need one night with you To make all
and scream and try to flip it on me No, no, no (No, no) Is anybody else just fed up? If you heard it all befo', fo', fo' (Fo', fo') Then right where
kids All my hungry hustlas made it stick to your ribs Ain't too many hustlas that can do what I did I stay on my grizzle fo' shizzle, fo' shizzle Thanks
, Trinity Ave Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad As a young, it was too much to cope with Why you think, mo'fuckers nick named me, Cook Coke