Uh, nigga, what you see is what you get. I took styrofoams to the meeting. All bad bitches pop out. Now it's a couple years later, bitch, look at your boy. I'm a big dog, these lil' niggas still puppies and shit (yeah, yeah). This song will get on your nerves. Bad bitch, booty swole. Yeah, I just woke up in a mansion. I talk sh*t and I got the cream and the jewels to do that. These hoes ain't worth fifty cent (no, these hoes ain't worth fifty cent). Big booty bitch keep lookin' over here, I'm finna put her in a three-point stance. Real nigga from the get-go (yeah).
My people play me we aint gettin down no mo. You can't be kissin on me but you can kiss my diamonds. Yeah, triple that, I've been gettin' ten, plenty cash. Man These Hoes Get On My Nerves Lyrics. Blue diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else" (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah). You make me feel amazing, baby". But baby, I'm sorry, I'm hard on a bitch, though. I'm straight off the block, I ain't never had a wallet (uh-uh).
Call The Coach And Tell Em Bench His Ass. I'm livin' life on the edge, bitch, I'm all about a check (yeah, yeah-yeah). Trust none jackboy if he move kill em. Soldiers Froze Ya Like We In Iraq. Uh, I just poured some Wockhardt up in my Mountain Dew, Dew (yeah). Its some niggas out here ridin' on 20s ya dig on yokahamas.
Call me Mister Glock or Master Key, I get big bucks, no games boy. I get it in, that's a fact, uh (yeah). I Can Only Warn You One Time The Next I Think You Gotta Learn This Lesson. I'm just havin' fun with' it. Yeah, my diamonds like a rainbow, I'm a walkin' pot of gold, woah. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, uncle Willy (pops). Yeah, I was gettin' it on before I dropped a song (Uh). Yeah, I'm addicted to the money, I'm a junkie, I'm just tryna hit another lick. Juvenile - Rich niggaz Lyrics. I hopped out sippin' Wock' and Tris, yellow diamonds when I piss. I got six karats a piece of VS in my earlobes (yeah). Lil' boy business over there. Bands (Missing Lyrics). Nigga I′m so sleeze I fucked yo main squeeze.
I got two cars in ten different cities. I've been a smart lil' motherf*cker, used to have my niggas to bring the poles. Bandplay, that's who I'm runnin' up the bands with (ayy). These hoes ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'. But I learned my lesson quick neva trust anotha' hoe. Yeah, I'm young and rich, and I'm Black and I'm proud (And I'm proud).
My diamonds out the dirt, but I've been burpin' sippin' mud (Drank). I got rich off the box like Roddy (Roddy Ricch). She don't get what she want, she start poutin' (poutin'). Ballin' on these f*ck niggas, don't make sense (yeah) (uh-uh). She got turned on, panties came off when she got in the Benz. Your girl on my dick, that ain't my fault (uh-uh).
Yeah, you know a nigga humble, at the same time, I'm a beast (Ugh). 98 cromed out gangsta grizeal. Ayy, shoutout to God, even though I had slept on the floor. It's over wit' for 'em. Throwin' bullets just like Brady, throwin' bullets just like Brady. Smokin' weed and shoppin' sprees, my bad habit (ya). Or the double R truck, I'm havin' decisions. Cuz all they take is cash. Getting on my nerves song. I gotta have it (gimme that). For sure (for sure). I know you heard about me, nigga, go ask yo' bitch (yo' bitch). Thumbin' through these hunnids, smokin' on this onion with my young nigga Beno, yeah. Polaroid of you dancing in my room.
We used to sleep with the cockroaches at night (damn). Bitch I hit you quick kicked you out go get hit by d. Stunthard almighty chase the fuckin cheese. I'm all in lil' mama mouth like the dentist (uh). Nothing In This World Can Protect Him. Lyrics go crazy music song by stunthard. Hotboy Baby (Missing Lyrics). I live my life on full. I brought my fire in the party (uh). Artist: Youngbloodz f/ Big Boi (OutKast) Album: Against the Grain Song: 85 Typed By:, OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Big Boi] Uh-huh, yeah, y'knahmtalkinbout? Pulled up at the club then pulled out 'cause I couldn't get my gun in it (What? Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, ayy.
Say you can find another nigga like me, baby, good luck, ha (uh). Memphis nigga in LA, slammin' bitches like I'm LeBron. Me and my brother go rock for rock. Still on that gang shit, no lame shit, no, I can't trust a thot (uh-uh). I be ballin', ballin' so hard, these lil' f*ck niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' y'all. I see a big bag of money when I look in the mirror (it's Dolph). Trap nigga, still pop you like a Advil, uh (yeah, you know). Pocket full of rizzacks, ain't no tellin' what we on today (racks). Truth, truth, truth, truth, truth, truth, truth, truth (yeah).
Now look at my wrist, though.