[talking]. Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot of. shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid.... . [chorus]. I'ma sell my dope can't trust no bitch.
Straight out the crops. Straight out the crops. Straight out the crops. Straight out the stix. Straight out the stix. Straight out the stix. Straight out the stix.
She lies awake for days suffering in misery. No one to hold her close and give her what she really needs. . Blood flows like a busted nose. Red fluid drains down and it stains your clothes.
Southern nights are sippin on Henny. Southern nights are rolling up that good. Southern nights are hot sticky and muggy. Doublewide tucked in the woods.
She was new in town.. She was a treasure that I found.. She liked to swim at night.. And she was angel like.. . *Who the fuck you? Who the fuck you? Who the fuck you? Who the fuck you?*.
Sippin on down. Sippin around. Tippin up a anotha cupa. Sippin' on down. . Sippin on down. Sippin around. Tippin up anotha cupa. And sip it on down. .
This is a cat (meow). This is a horse (whinny). A cow says (moo). . I hear them talking to me and the demons stalkin me. Running in between my thoughts and dreams I think they haunting me.
A tisket, a tasket. The Skarecrows out his casket. Turn off the lights and lock the door. Prayin' that he passes. . A vision of the dead in the embread backwoods.
A tisket, a tasket. The Skarecrows out his casket. Turn off the lights and lock the door. Prayin' that he passes. . A vision of the dead in the embread backwoods.
Chorus:. . Say we , Strip club trappin baby, (STRIP CLUB TRAPPIN). Say we, strip club trappin yeah! , (STRIP CLUB TRAPPIN). Gone get ya paper baby, (STRIP CLUB TRAPPIN).
[Chris Brown]. Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat,. I'll be putting it down in a minute. How long will it take, before your. screaming my name, oh baby.
Man this weed strong as fuck. This weed strong as fuck. Mustard on the beat hoe. . Smoke only strong weed. Roll only long weed. Fine ass big haze. She fuckin' with my Feng Shuey.
DRO CAN YOU GO SOME MO'? OH YES iM THE BEST. DRO CAN YOU GO SOME MO'? OH YES iM THE BEST. DRO CAN YOU GO SOME MO'? OH YES iM THE BEST. && WE CAN DO iT iN THE SHOWER.
Man this weed strong as fuck. This weed strong as fuck. Mustard on the beat hoe. . Smoke only strong weed. Roll only long weed. Fine ass big haze. She fuckin' with my Feng Shuey.
[Chorus x 2]. Let me see you bounce right and left and let your shoulder lean. Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean. Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean.
Donavexx, lyrical asshole, taking shitty MC tongue, to the frozen flagpole. I fart at family functions, landin punches, in the face of life. I paid a grand and three hundred for my beat machine.
Rich Gang!. Rich girl. We got London on da Track. . I show love, I show love. I-I show love, I show love. I-I show love, I show love. I-I show love, I show love.
[CHORUS]. Gimme Gimme watch ya got. Full blast all night. Cause I got my swagger back, say what. I got my swager back, OK. You better get your swagger back.
Verse 1:. Cow will burn ya, I'm taken MC's straight under. And you can't see like Stevie Wonder (ha). Then the black bull blown like style on the microphone.
Testin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked. And bust some to keep me uplifted. It flows to my braincells like from smoke. I'm no joke I make an old man croak because I'm loc'.