stop get it get it, 'bout to jump all the way up in it Love the way you drop low and bend it Girl you're killing me, wait a minute Love the way you that
I hate to say it but the people That surrounding me are way too shady The only people I can trust Is my family and my lady All my dogs got guns Ready
When I'm with him my bodies weaker, fall deeper One word and I'm already shaken He's like a message in a bottle Sent from him, just for me, ay, ay It
is how it goes down Now check it out I don't kick it I punt it, I'm so wicked you want it? My tongue is tired from lickin my fingers and countin up hundreds
in your place, while a real playa mash to this I know it's heaven for g's, m-11 to squeeze 'bout an ounce, and body counts, to drop pass seven degree'
your neglige Pour some wine like the dro and let the record play Dwele G track 10 thats my favorite edge You blazin' with me we laughin' and on our way to six Stick my
forever and a day) Now I've been searchin somethin (whoa-ohhh) For someone to help me find my way (somebody help me, find my way) And now I know [Chorus
I'll be back bitch Another showdown, in yo' town Let everybody know you my ho now I'm feelin' way too cool off the gin and juice I'm 'bout to fuck my
they smoking the pipe El dorado, mazeratti Nothing but freaks with fine bodies I love to roll my mercedes benz I'm nothing but a player like all my friends
you never had none like this Just wait til' you see my dick Hey bitch, wait til' you see my dick Wait til' you see my dick Hey bitch, wait til' you see my
. "Go down", Hell nah half way i'll meet yah tell yah stomach, I got a bag of ticks i'll treat yah Different colors in my chain, oo count thing people
ether Counts the stars inside the sky And flies in to the never Looped around my eyelids A thousand shining flecks Pale against the canvas Which hangs around my
DAMN Hey now I got a thang for you It's been a long time comin' I should hang with chu Cause see way back I thought to fuck with you was impossible Count
me feelin all confused who the hero and who the villain Hopped in my red Camaro, shot down the street like lead in a barrel Decked out in my veteran
and found And happy Bar Exam 2, it's the thought that counts I call these rap niggas crunk cause they talk and bounce That money stay on my mind, like my thoughts can count
[Mad Child] I've lost track of my body count, The amount is enormous Dropped in sector four Non-conformist intimidates, Eliminating all heads of state
my way Bon Voyage Shoalin dodge nigga I'm going shit my way Turbo charge nigga its hard cause I'm doing shit my way Yes its hard praise to god nigga
't no fillers, motherfucka blingin' Mine eyes seen the gory of the coming of the beast So every story every word I'm sayin' 'Fuck Peace' See you could witness the Illuminati body count