right, come with me I can get yo' head right Let me fuck wit ya mentals a lil', get in ya dentures Ma roll up this back wood sweet pour a lil' Remy
a big bitch In the back like a big bitch Tryin' get up out a lil' niggas trunk Turn heads for I even hit the block Lil' kids runnin' up when they hear
with out boo who the love letters in my box half sealed that i miss u perfume on the card 5 scene phone calls every lip stick puttin it on u chorus: (X2) Verse 3: seven o
Bet yo ass this shit won't stop You know C.O. got shit on lock (Huh) Big boy takin' over the block Got kids on the curb goin' (Bop, bop...) [Deuce Poppi] Now hold up, wait a minute Let me get a lil
, check the background, I got O.G. stripe Just a hood rich nigga, flippin' birds on a bike Not survive in this world with guns, pahs an' knifes Pour out a lil
Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes Same old brick, but it's different yay Yeah that's candy paint, On my seven tre [Chorus - Lil Wayne] [Verse 3 - Lil
now, take its virginity In my vicinity rap is like energy pack Sending me back behind enemy line to rap too melodic Melodies never melodramatic but hipmatic like Jell-O
l.v. we comin straight out the Fuckin' one two three let a bitch rub up on us I'm a load my chrome fat gangster lil' somethin' Bout 6th and baronne Second verse {lil
L.V. we comin straight out the Fuckin' one two three let a bitch rub up on us I'm a load my chrome fat gangster lil' somethin' Bout 6th and Baronne Second Verse {Lil
Verse one: {lil' slim} Growin' up in the hood thinkin' everything Gonna be all right but it's the nine to the four and Brothers takin' yo life I'm pourin
and amide in my fuckin' hand B.g. on a run peepin' out a fuckin' alias Busters got me covered there's some gangsters out that tenth I caught two-o seven
third ward nigga and we bout it Verse one: {lil' ya} Misdemeanor motherfucker you can't face me Turned out I was fuckin' yo boy third o'l lady Got mad
Ya played with the tec-9 now ya takin' yo last breath Chorus: {lil' ya} Pop 'em up, pop 'em up Watch 'em bleed to death Ya played with the lil' ya now
twenty four seven she's in the mood And when I'm curious now she seem like ebaneaser scrooge Shakin' it twerk it all around if you from the n. o. town
it What up? It's the big boss Dogg Snoop D O double G, East side L.B.C. And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube And I'm C-walkin' on the
lie, steal and borrow and cheating's okay Don't you tell these motherfuckers that my name is O'Shea 'Cause I'ma fuck up my baby's credit, let him regret it Seven
"Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up" "Whassup nigga?" "Get over there, shit" 'Ya lil' punk, ass nigga" "C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy" "God damnit,