[DJ] It's Miley Cyrus, teen pop sensation!! We go on the danceflo' tonight [Verse 1] I don't have nobody with me now, So baby, am I right or wrong? I
When I rock, yo it's non-stoppin' Yo, I'm about to blast off See me at the show, when I rock everybody know Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off Bottles gon' pop
P.H.D. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make
gon' play wit'cha, man Ha ha ha, I need y'all to sing, children Sing, I like it when the children sing I like it when you sing That lets you know somethin
a bald chick he had one too I had a mink on she had one too Hey Birdman hold up a second You see them ladies over there? Them ladies singing that thing, ladies sing
sitting on the shitter (Oh my God, that is gross!) Yeah, I'm doing things slow, not feeling very rushed Haven't taken a shower, my hair isn't brushed All these pop
you starve Gaspin' for air, I'm ventilation You out of breath, hope you ain't waitin' Tellin' the world how much you miss me But we never were, so why you trippin' You a mom and pop
about a cop or a G man They all talk shit, their breath smellin' like semen I catch 'em in the alley all alone Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to
to sing about his horse You go on tour, the white agency says you're wild Tone down your style The radio jocks are all pop So how the fuck this nigga
friends are here Come and sing along And we all sing La, la, la, la, la, la Come and sing with me La, la, la, la, la, la And you sing with me, we go
[Verse 1] I am not a human being Uhh, p-ssy for lunch pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, yeah, kush in the blunts I ride through your block see
Picture this a young nigga gettin it like Rich Porter Sonny came in for half a pit He got knocked, he on lock still controllin' his block from constop Pop
fly Hit the mall buy it out, you know what cha like Gucci bag, matching pumps, thata??s ya **** right The finest wine on the table ??????? everywhere Pop
Hop I'm higher then a mothafuckin chronic leaf tree top I make da nina sing like "shoot a du dee wap" You want the facts daddy? well I truly do need pop
Here's my ghetto story Been in hell, through the fire Now gonna take it higher Here's my survival story So many reasons to sing this Now we got the keys
thing cock Rude boy there and we have the place lock Tic Toc Tic goes the clock Blaze up the fire make the fussy dem drop Chilling in the club Champagne a pop
through the fire, now, gonna take it higher (This a survival story, true ghetto story) Here's my, ghetto story (*Story) So many reasons to sing now