for little somethin' I had you comin', I got you goin' I got the bomb and now you know it What in the world, in the world, in the world What in the
t trouble me Many have called but the chosen Is you Whatever you want shawty I'll give it to you Your world is my world (Your world) And my fight is
a fucking garage (Yeaaaah) This hood shit, you and Drake ain't built for -- This the shit the other bitch almost got killed for. I'm still counting what
't think you can handle this From New York to Los Angles I think the whole world scandalous I'm just trying to keep the candles lit Make the party people
matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what
gonna leave you broke So, the only thing left now is God for these cats And BIG you know you too hard for these cats I'ma win 'cause I'm too smart for
with the one two Break y'all niggas that y'all niggas won't even know what to do Break fool, make all y'all people wanna come to Feel the force of my
't know what ima do Listen to me Verse 1: So many people never find the one And that's why I really wanna tell you something I really think this is it for
ass fusses, cause f-ck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it What difference it make? What it take to get it through your thick skulls As if this aint some bullshit People
voices again not good Think the sky is pregnant with maggots Cuz something happened in the parking lot I'm searching for the context not finding it Don't make it real for
that something's going wrong Look around at what you're running from There are so many wondrous things for you to see If this world is turning too fast for
crew Thought you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try
We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what
s Avoid them hickies, I don't love you hoes for nothin' Smack a bitch and you think I'm frontin' Playa you're trippin' (Chorus 2x) (Begetz) What? Gucci? What? Trick what
door you start screaming Come on everybody, what you here for? Move your body around like a nympho Everybody get your neck to crack around All you crazy people
of what people might say So afraid of what people might say So afraid of what people might say So afraid of what people might say So afraid of what people
with this for a minute, you knawmean? I want to talk to a couple of people man Victory smells so good from here man! Dyko! We talked about this for a