see me freaking you, with whip cream I can see you on stage, at the awards With a dress better than Jennifer's, and doing big things Kick it with me,
and I fly high Niggaz wanna know why? Why I fly by? But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood Do me like you should, fuck me good, suck me good We be
streets And a quarter of time to feed me That's all a nigga like me need Talking about that southern sess now you all up in that mess But never shall
it, just to get dirty, dirty Give me that l-l-liquor, liquor, make me talk slurry, slurry Money will multiply before you run up inside Get me all weak
who laced you with the ill haircut? Lenny, he blessed me with the sharp blade, that nigga's paid He make a pretty penny Fo'sho, you hurt 'em with the
Whatchu want? Whatchu want? Get off me I pull quick, it's useless, I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped Throw chrome whip with three freaks and full
me workin for you, baby Oh, you know I'm giving you things that you want I'm giving to you just like you wanna tell me When to do, where to go ....
gone make you move Mmmmm Oh yeaaah (see what we came to do here is make you dance) Mmmm mmmm mmmmmmm Se right now, uh, we gonna make you move Whatchy'all been fo
See we gone make you move, oh yeah See what we came to do here is make you dance Se right now, we gonna make you move What y'all been fo'? We gone make
her in her own car Face down, ass up, I?ma make her love me Probably don?t love me but let her suck and fuck me Gucci wanna sex ya, tell me is ya itched
you do Reminds me of my Lexus coupe That's why I'm all up in ya grill Tryna get you to a hotel You must be a football coach The way you got me playin
' Pork bacon, double-cross Satan, heathens Non-God-fearing, lace thong wearing demons But glory go to God, y'all beneath him If y'all don't know that
She push the fo' red, she know Feds, Feds know her" A code red, maybe she's out to slay me, this bitch is crazy She blew the celly up, meet me at the
shapin' Pork bacon, double-cross Satan HEATHENS, non-god-fearing, lace thong wearing demons But glory go to God, y'all BENEATH HIM If y'all don't know
up Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin' it up Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party fo' sho' Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do' Bitches lookin' at me
to come up mathematically, I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me. Mothafuck em all, they sweat from my balls, If I drop anotha album I did dat fo
heated if you screw, bring it all back straight Rock on me, we pop homie, drink it all back straight Better warn me, ya Barreta on me Baby all 'dat hate
me and my anterrawj. lets walk in the spot light tim & bob on the track yeeeea Chorus : ( Turn off the lights, so i can make you move make you do all