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(Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get
(Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' Think you fuckin' wit Ja, Nada Watcha wanna go Dolla for Dolla? (Holla Holla) My niggaz is (Hotta Hotta) Fucks plenty bitches, and dug ditches for petty niggaz You look in my eyes and tell me they style ain't ridiculous (Bitches Bitches) Pop da pussy and bounce like (Hit it Hit it) Sure if your favorite is long (Get it Get it) Baby baby don't you wanna leave tonite and fuck with me Cause we really need to be freaking off at any costs It's on me, if you married, then get a divorce When I hits it, some women get twisted Have em' twitchin' like 'Damn look what the dick did' I just wanna hit it the worst way, right after a long day And put the puss on lay-a-way, Heard me? I'm that, Dirty nigga that get you hot and heat it Baby girl if you wanted ass, why don't you eat it? (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' Let me holla at my true thugs If niggas want warm bust slugs Nigga, what? I'm hotta hotta and just can't be touched Plus, anybody that fucks with me, gonna get felt How many want it? Determines how the slugs get dealt Cuz I (Spit em' Spit em') Choke them niggas like roaches and then (Clip em' Clip em') Long as I'm alive, I'ma (Hit em' Hit em') Respect mines, to the day of my demise Don't fuck with me, cuz the flow's (Killa Killa) Whoever eva who wants it? It's yours, now you gonna (Get it Get it) (Feela Feela) Nigga full of holes Treat em' like hoes and show no love to them homo thugs Its us you wanna fuck with As soon as them slugs skip from body to body Go from grave to bit I don't respect it, plus niggas committed treason Who wants it with Ja? Who ready to die breathing? (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' Ja baby, one of the many, many niggas who sip Henny With the two seaters, sittin on twenties I, I be wit running in, running out Then, thou bestow hit em' up, gun em' down Niggaz ain't ready for Ja, anyway, any how I give it give it to niggaz, claimin' that they live it Real (Niggaz Niggaz) brandish the iron and flash Like (Hold this Hold this) when you got nothing to for Notice niggaz be hot and more expensive Focus, ready to rip em' up with the dope, this My life, niggaz is frontin' and stuntin' for nothing Better act right, fore' I spark and dim your lights? I'm a hazard, to niggaz, a bastard To bitches, when in doubt, go for stealth, and clap the finish Anything movin' rightfully hit for wrong doin' I'ma follow and encourage all my niggaz to WHAT?!? (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' (Holla Holla) |
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Let's go
Hov! Uh huh, Hov' You, are, not, ready Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova I'm a hustler baby [I'm a hustler] I just want you to know [Wanna let you know] It aint where I been [It aint where I been] But where I'm bout to go [Top of the world!] Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you] But be who I am [you know you love me] And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems] You'll forget your man Now give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff [Verse 1] *When the Remi's in the system Aint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em That's what they be yellin I'm a pimp by blood, not relation Y'all be chasin, I replace them* Huh, drunk of Crist', mommy on E Can't keep her little model hands off me Both in the club, high, singing off key *And I wish I never met her at all...* It gets better, ordered another round It's, about, to go, down Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist' Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere What do you say, me, you and your Clovey glasses Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra Filth marked jeans, take that off Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I said give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff [Verse 2] Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriage Let's keep it real ma you savin it for cabbage You wanna see how far I'ma go How, much I'ma spend but you already know Zip, zero, stingy with dinero |
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[Intro]
Okay (get up, get up) DipSet (uh oh) Juelz Santana Heatmakerz (clap) I think this the one right here (everybody, come on, get up) Huh, he's moving again [Juelz Santana] I'm like (oh yes) I'm nice (oh yes) Still pitching (weight) Still flipping (weight), yeah So come fuck with the boy I'm still pumping the boy I'll still dump on the boy Blue steel pump to the boy I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman I'm yelling (wait), yeah I'm selling (weight), hey I keep my chick on smash like a muhfucker Thick lips, hips, tits, ass like a muhfucker I get big chips, cash like a muhfucker I don't (wait), nope, I won't (wait), yeah I explore and cruise Islands and shores that's new Bring the boat out, smoke out Watch the water move I'm a water dude, jet skis, water pools Surfing the (wave), I'm hurting the (wave) Like, Cowabunga, dude This forty cali-caliber cowabunga you Bump you like how a bumper do I'm on the corner, pumping like how a pumper do What, that (weight), yup, that (weight) [Chorus] AY (oh yes) AY (oh yes) SAY (oh yes, wait a minute mister mister mi-mi-mi) This the jam, yep Put your hands up And just (wave) And just (wave) AY (oh yes) AY (oh yes) SAY (oh yes, wait a minute mister mister mi-mi-mi) I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman Oh man (wait), oh man (wait) I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman Oh man (I'm back), oh man (I'm back) [Juelz Santana] I'm back I'm crack Sorry about the (wait) Sorry I made you (wait) I can't let my peeps down, I can't let my seed down They need me out there (yeah) I can't let the streets down I gotta do it be |
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