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Uh
It's the young Paul Bunyan in this bitch
I got babes huh
Swear to God it's some real tits
Real shit
Whole squad gotta feel this
Swear to God this lightwork
Back and forth through the night 'till the pipe hurt
I'm the shit
You are gonna need a diaper
When it come to gettin' pussy
I'm a lifer
When you thought
I couldn't get nicer your boy step in the ring like tiger
And you wonder how good my mood is
Walk around the hood
All I get is deuces
Bitch I'm eatin'
You ain't know where the food is
Gettin' HJ's all through the movies
Yeah
Motherfucker I'm gutter
Would you like some popcorn along with that butter
I would like a sister along with that mother
What's up
Walkin' 'round like What's up
Everybody in the bar know I got the buzz up
Lookin' at me like
What up brudda
Lookin' back like
Fucker shut up
What's up
Walkin' 'round like What's up
Everybody in the bar know
I'm tryna cut up
You ain't tryna put up
Shut the fuck up
Swear to God I'm an animal
Uh
Killer on the down low
Swear to God
I'm the baddest out
Aight
Go ahead, get your cameras out
What the fuck is up with that bitch over there mean muggin'
I think I should stand up and go see if it needs somethin'
See these big ass motherfuckers right beside me
Known them their whole lives
They would never lie to me
This is the beginnin' of a dynasty
You should be thinkin' of more ways you could be kind to me
Swear that your whole crew is boo boo
Lookin' like some dudes that
I could easily chew through uh
I know this ain't probably what you're used to but everybody welcome on the wagon go choo choo
When people tell me
I'll regret that in the mornin'
I sleep 'till noon
I sleep 'till noon
When people tell me
I'll regret that in the mornin'
I sleep 'till noon
I sleep 'till noon
What's up
Walkin' 'round like What's up
Everybody in the bar know I got the buzz up
Lookin' at me like
What up brudda
Lookin' back like
Fucker shut up
What's up
Walkin' 'round like What's up
Everybody in the bar know
I'm tryna cut up
You ain't tryna put up
Shut the fuck up
Swear to God got dick game
Bitch made bitch stank like a fish tank
Swear to God shoot swish mane
Puddle so big could've been a piss stain
Look at my lifestyle
Put it on D VD
Look how I'm knee deep
This is must-see TV
Up in the teepee
Smokin' with three Kikis
Up in some BVDs
I'm a G, G, G
Get it right, get it right mane
Get it right
Swear to God I'm a G, G, G
Get it right, get it right mane
Get it right
Swear to God I'm a G, G, G
Get it right, get it right mane
Get it right
Swear to God I'm a G, G, G
Get it right, get it right mane
Get it right
Swear to God I'm a G, G, G
When people tell me
I'll regret that in the mornin'
I sleep 'till noon
I sleep 'till noon
When people tell me
I'll regret that in the mornin'
I sleep 'till noon
I sleep 'till noon
What's up
Walkin' 'round like What's up
Everybody in the bar know I got the buzz up
Lookin' at me like
What up brudda
Lookin' back like
Fucker shut up
What's up
Walkin' 'round like What's up
Everybody in the bar know
I'm tryna cut up
You ain't tryna put up
Shut the fuck up
Ayy shut the fuck up though
You
You
Hey get
I don't like this dude a lil'
This dude a lil' right here
Get, get the fuck outta the club right now
Shut the fuck up you know
I'm tryna get a cut up
I'm just shootin' breezes
Got too much swag
The swag's on fleek
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Rendu célèbre par Prof
Auteurs-Compositeurs : Prof, D Wan Keyth Howard
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Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Light Work rendu célèbre par Prof