Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #679
Peak in subgenre #15
Author
Prince S. Tana
Uploaded
July 25, 2011
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.2 MB • 127 kbps • 2:25
Lyrics
Have you ever walked in a club and b*** n*** came at you
this what you tell his f*** in ass..
(Hook)
if you got sumthin lose then why you bumpin
that ain't a mug on ya face why you stuntin
if you want it, yeah i got it, you can get it, you can feel it
all i wanna know is whats up wit it (whats up)
(verse 1)
i got a button to push so don't try me
haters move behind me if ya envy's tryna find me
heading to the future in a J.C. timepiece
spittin pure dope, Frank Lucas tryna buy me
I see, my team ready puttin up them thangs (put em up)
ya mind is the world? then f*** yo brain
we burning down yo city, no ashes Roman
ya breathing like ........... til Europe in flames, Bangkok!
these n*** s make me gag (ga) my n*** s smoking gan(ja)
gorillas on my team i tol em put me on the roster
yeah we get this money and watch me move it fasta
cuz I'm a yella dread headed f*** in monsta!
i'ma show who the best be, me.. (thats right)
i flex my frees, as you check my steez
thats how you stay ahead now address yo knees
watch yo step, ain't no comin up next, b*** pleez! (AHH!)
(Hook)
if you got sumthin lose then why you bumpin
that ain't a mug on ya face why you stuntin
if you want it, yeah i got it, you can get it, you can feel it
(shii) all i wanna know is whats up wit it (whats up) (8x)
(verse 2)
i'm gettin money no gimmick, no image
testify to the witness this the level i live in
prove it? verse one, got dammit just did it
so real n*** s try to buy the Era i fit'n (get it)
dummies wanna rise tryna take the grind out
and i got bullets, serve em up.. no dine out
then call my n*** s up, aim at yo mom's mouth
no rehab got her breathing like ..... Amy Winehouse
you a hater lemme find out, i'd have that wig splitted
a beast when i'm spittin, Santana's ill wit it
i heard ya girl's a groupie and I promise she'll get it
cuz my game is like pickles, n*** s can't dill wit it
worth a dub bill fifty, swagg sick wit it
my thoughts are my words, so i think witty
ya b*** dig me, dig her cuz she so thick wit i
cuz shawty's food fine, give her ass a (Mil) meal ticket
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