ass for my shawty And we ain't did nothin? that we ain't supposed to do 'Cause you my shawty, whoa Baby girl you know I be home Keep me on the ringtone shawty Sing
Philippines Niggas energy Its like they got the heave Seekin me Thinkin' they wanna 9 milli-me But they ain't fo' that rat-tat-tat-tat My bullets sing
't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) C, C, Can't hold me Verse 1. This is dope boy music, American Dream we let them choppers sing
death) Still thuggin on the streets (yeah) Cause we the last ones left [verse 3 - mac mall] I take this thug shit seriously Bought dirty gats with dope
The curtain is open a head to put dope in Now we will come clean it the future we've seen it No, no, I know, I said, no no It's like a dream that falls
in line to see the show tonight And there's a light on, heavy glow By the way, I tried to say, I'd be there Waiting for Dani, the girl is singing songs
I'ma spit in ya face!!! Kevin! Kevin Rudolf & Lil Wayne Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So I'ma spit in your face) Singing
make you watch it like a Sony First you grab up my hair then you ride it like a pony Louis V house... yeah... All white everything yeah you know the house dope
so fine make you watch it like a Sony First you grab up my hair then you ride it like a pony Louis V house... yeah... All white everything yeah you know the house dope
Suburban days, they last so long In shop and office, we sing our song we all sing We ain't got nothing, nothing to do A big fat nothing, nothing for me
, baby, baby You got that, that it's too good I don't deserve that kinda love That girl I'm callin' in sick to work kinda love That sweaty funky dope
, baby, baby You got that That it's too good, I don't deserve it kinda love That girl I'm calling in sick to work kinda love That sweaty funky dope kinda
Common ft. Bilal ?Black Maybe? Hook Can?t come around They gon wanna bring you down No one knows just what?s inside Doing dope and doing time Why they
Takin' it from the top? Tippy? Tippy? How high? The ultimate high 'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the
who you be or where you're from, West or East coast Squeeze toast, leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what? The rings and things you sing
as dope as me You must be outta your mind if you think you come close to me I could rhyme, I could write, I could rap, I could sing, nigga, I can do it
on the way, sleigh bells are ringing Swinging, everybody start singing Have a funky, funky Christmas Have a funky, funky Christmas It's Christmas, can you swing this? Funky dope
(This, is, Derty E-N-T, Bassment Beat Productions) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, sing that shit Oh! You can search in the gutter down low You can even wait 'til