Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)
Do the damn thang
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)
Do the damn thang
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)
Do the damn thang
Come on, let's start this shit
Shawty, let's crank this shit
A little sumethin' for them hatin' hoes
Who gets nothin' but them knees and boes
Why y'all all in my grill?
Why y'all can't keep it real?
Always tryin' to plot and scheme
Wanna live this life is just a dream
Ain't no one in teams
All the real niggas know what it mean
Catch me, y'all just to slow
Hatin' hoes gotta let y'all go
Don't never try to stop my flo'
Won't tell you this shit no mo'
Da baddest hoe that you ever seen
Two triple O, shawty 'bout that green
Naw they don't understand
These niggas don't understand
These muthafuckers think we playin'
See they don't know what we sayin'
Fake niggas in our grill
Fake niggas all in our grill
These niggas don't wanna get to it
These niggas don't wanna do it
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)
Do the damn thang
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)
Do the damn thang
You can tell a real nigga from the fake fake
A trill nigga that's down in the cake cake
A hot girl that's clean not stank stank
Some bad weave for somebody
So you took a little drank
So I guess it made you think that you could when you can't
Wit' the N, wit' the ain't
Ain't nobody got time round here to playing round
Sucka wit' the big sack nigga better lay it down
Comin' through ain't bout that shady shit
Boy I'm mo' dirty than Dusty Rhodes
I drop the beat and rock the flo'
Representing that Que Bo Gold
So don't you try to test us out thinkin' we country wit' no skills
'Cuz I drop the bass and tame the bass
Put this fire to yo' grill
Well, I was born in Illinois, okay ah
Raised in Atlanta, G-A yeah, lived in New York and L.A., yeah
My nigga, I'm da shit no matter where I stay
'Cuz, uh, I wuz cut like that, lil' buddy, I'm stacked like that
From da front to da side to da back, Rasheeda, and I'm tight like that
I ain't never been worried bout anotha
Cutter her buddy, lil' buddy, I don't studder
9 double lock chrome for the lame lame
Big faces in my pocket not the chump change
Ride the Benz with the wood grain, grilled out, smoke frame
With the knock knock
38 pop pop all you haters just stop or you gone get dropped
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)
Do the damn thang
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)
Do the damn thang
Stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Fuck dem pussy niggas and who ever wit' 'em
All I say is sic 'em and there go my boys, D-S-G-B, Pastor damn Troy
Boy, you ain't ready, boy, you don't want it
Boy we ain't ready, bitch get disappointed
Shit, all I know is southern blo'd not lower than a dime
From thirty piece to quarter ki, we strictly on da grind
No time to spit no evidence, no evidence, no charge
Since they ain't got no evidence, I gave them my lil' boy
The scars from my hand as I crank up the speaker
Drop the bomb on you bitches, Pastor and Rasheeda
Bitch, do it
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)
Do the damn thang
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)
C'mon
Yeah yeah yeah
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
Start an earthquake
I want them 3, to come up here wit me
So I can put 'em where they 'pose to be
One at the head, one in the middle
And one down by my feet, she keep ticklin' me
Neighbors bangin' on the wall 'cause we over here
Disturbin the peace, baby be easy
Rockin the bed so hard we done kicked off
All tha sheets, don't worry we don't need 'em
A couple hours in the session we done been
Through bout four CDs
(About four CDs)
Keith Sweat, Mary J, Brian McKnight, and Jodeci
(They love Jodeci)
By the way look think I need a couple can of energy drinks
(Yeah I'm gone need 'em)
Cuz these hoes go vibratin' in they coochie
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
Start an earthquake
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
Start an earthquake
Bend over and touch ya toes, blow smoke
Got ya hoes like you blowin' dro
Slide down the pole, upside down do it fast or slow
Round here we professionals, get flexible, real sexual
Make a nigga wanna eat it like a vegetable
When he see that ass rise like a buttered roll
Round here we gangstered out
This aint no titty bar we let it all hang out
Break bread till the song played out
Show that nigga what a real bitch 'bout
These cats thank they pimpin' like Don Juon
But they all played out like the thong song
Get ya money gul, show 'em what you really 'bout
Rasheeda reppin' fo the ladies in the south
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
Start an earthquake
I can fuck, any bitch in here, lay her on the pillow
Crawl up behind her and cram all of it in her
Ride her ass like a bicycle, hold right there
When I move you move, just like that
Just as show as yo ass is fat
There's some 26 inch rims on a Cadillac
Like spinners, sittin' on a sixty seven
At the car show bumpin' Funk Master Flex
I ain't met a bitch yet
(And yeah)
That I couldn't have
All I gotta do is tell a hoe who I am
Pull up to the side and get away from them
Doom, doom, doom
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
Start an earthquake
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
2001, we? bout to show ya'll how we do it
Once again, this Rasheeda
And I'm introducin' the one and the only
S L I M, ohh
We can get it on, let me come a lil' closer
Freakin' all night long, makin' love until we're over
[Unverified] lemme know what you wanna do
Tell me that it's on, so that we can get it on
I been around the world, no more for me to see
I stay on the roll, lifestyle celebrity
My time to shine and it ain't easy as it seems
To do what it takes to keep a nigga on my team
2 Way page me? cuz I'm neva at the crib
Just to keep in touch, that's how a nigga gotta live
I know you know how to keep this thang tight
I'm out doin' me, so I ain't with you every night
It's easy to see, baby, I meant to be yo wife
But I can't slow down, nigga I got my own life
So get on in, when you fit in, don't trip
I stack the dough, I run this shit, got you lovin' this
Life a luxury, and you wouldn't have nothin'
If it wasn't for me
I'm headed back to the States, flight land at 8
Typin', "I miss you too and I can hardly wait"
We can get it on, let me come a lil' closer
Freakin' all night long, makin' love until we're over
[Unverified] lemme know what you wanna do
Tell me that it's on, so that we can get it on
I'm on the next first class flight late night to get to you
Sippin' trippin' offa the things that we can do like
Whoa, no, keep it on the low
Those the thangs I won't let nobody know
First thangs first, how you like to whip?
Platinum CL5, 2002, [unverified]
Be ready to dip soon as my plane touch down
I only got two days, so we gots to lay it down
You know how we do, in the Dirty, we live it up
When I get to the crib, ain't no frontin', give it up
We're landing in Atlanta so itz time to crank it up
We get on the round lil' man say back it up
I'm lookin' around, there you are just like you saw
Ain't got no [unverified] headin' straight to the car
We dippin' my ride that's keepin' da real dub
Rasheeda, believe that you? bout to get rimmed up
We can get it on, let me come a lil' closer
Freakin' all night long, makin' love until we're over
[Unverified] lemme know what you wanna do
Tell me that it's on, so that we can get it on
Back in the A-Town this is how we ride
Me and you stay down? cuz we do or die
Everybody be hatin' like we Bonnie and Clyde
Intellectual thug, the only nigga by my side
Between me and you let's keep it one on one
Check them hoez on the side before them bitches get done
Got no time for the games, I'm collectin' more change
And flip it to bills so we can take it long range
You know what it is and how it's gon be
Everywhere that you go, you comin' right back to she
I'm makin' it known for all these hoez to see
They already know that you belong to me
That's why they stay mad, just wishin'
That they could have everything that I own
The thang and the man, my love, my nigga, my hustla team
Niggaz [unverified] we layin', you my ghetto dream
We can get it on, let me come a lil' closer
Freakin' all night long, makin' love until we're over
[Unverified] lemme know what you wanna do
Tell me that it's on, so that we can get it on
We can get it on, let me come a lil' closer
Freakin' all night long, makin' love until we're over
[Unverified] lemme know what you wanna do
Tell me that it's on, so that we can get it on
We can get it on, let me come a lil' closer
Freakin' all night long, makin' love until we're over
[Unverified] lemme know what you wanna do
Tell me that it's on, so that we can get it on
[INTRO]
Yea,
Rasheeda,
So this one right here,
Is for all my ladies,
We gonna do it like this,
We gonna dedicated this one to fellas,
Why'all know how we like it,
Put your mouth to work,
Ladies, check this out
[CHORUS]
Wassup baby? you scared?
Put my hands on the back of your head
And keep it there, don't stop
Lick it up til the very last drop
And go down, (downnnnn)
Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach?
Go down, (downnn)
Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach?
[VERSE 1]
First thangs first, I sheeda
Fuck around with no man who wount eat her
I don't need em, ain't tryin to see em
Yo mommy, daddy, them, ain't tryin to meet em
Halmark cards, ain't tryin to read em
Yea I can cook, but I ain't tryin to feed him
Nothing but this vagina, steven
Ya dick little, need ya tongue to make it even
Slow down, stop speeding
You 20 something, suppose to been stop teethin
Its been 20 mintues, has this nigga stop breathin
I know he down there, I ain't even seen him
Damn, where he at, there he go
I'm a super woman, so I need a lil mo
And I ain't nothing like ya hoes
I ain't gonna curse you out, imma show you to the door.
[CHORUS]
Wassup baby? you scared?
Put my hands on the back of your head
And keep it there, don't stop
Lick it up til the very last drop
And go down, (downnnnn)
Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach?
Go down, (downnn)
Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach?
[VERSE 2]
You on the run, gotta federal case?
I know a place you can bury your face
Yum yum, gone get ya a taste
Gotta shake, let it go like mase
But ya tongue gotta know how to act
From the front all the way to the back
Its therapeutic and it helps me relax
I got them goodies, boy get you a snack
I dare a nigga try to act like he don't want to
Hate women, niggas say what he wount do
You talkin to a girl standin on her own two
If I want to, I can do it with my own two
So you gotta work it, do some tongue tricks
It takes dedication, I don't cum quick
So put ya shoulders in it, catch a neck cramp
Cause I gotta have that tongue like a wet stamp
[CHORUS]
Wassup baby? you scared?
Put my hands on the back of your head
And keep it there, don't stop
Lick it up til the very last drop
And go down, (downnnnn)
Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach?
Go down, (downnn)
Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach?
[BRIDGE]
Where he at, there he go
Real girls make them boys get low, ok
Where he at, there he go
Real girls make them boys get low, ok
Where he at, there he go
Real girls make them boys get low, get low
Where he at, there he go
Real girls make them boys get low, get low
[CHORUS]
Wassup baby? you scared?
Put my hands on the back of your head
And keep it there, don't stop
Lick it up til the very last drop
And go down, (downnnnn)
Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach?
Go down, (downnn)
See it's all about the way you put it down right
Gotta be sexy gotta be in control ya know
(Yean ain't never met nobody fly like me)
Hm. That's fo damn sure. Hey, cause I'm a BOSS
{Hook: 2x's}
I'm a boss chick, I'ma I'ma boss chick
I'm a boss chick, I'ma I'ma boss chick
Yean ain't never met nobody fly like me
Own house, own car, got my own money
I'm a boss
{Verse 1: Rasheeda}
Google me baby, I'm drivin' 'em crazy
Ya gurl so fly you can call me amazin'
Boss chick, that's the motto
We set shit off, we don't follow
We no gargle, we no swallow
Brush lames out the way like they did on Apollo (Brush 'em off)
Goodbye, adios amigo
I ain't stuck up I got a Kanye ego
Gettin' to this money like my name was Nino
How you think I got all this Luis and Rio
I ain't just talk pimp, this what I stand fo
A independent chick who be stakin' them bank rolls
{Hook 2x's}
{Verse 2: Rasheeda}
I got my own house, I got my own car
Like Lupe said, "I'm a Superstar"
I rock a white R class with the snow white rims
If you ain't on sit down like ???? and them (C'mon)
I'm a boss like Tyra, Kimora, Beyonce'
Won't catch me slippin, ya gurl stay flossaay (flossaay)
What I need ya fo if you can't get dat
Playin in my piggy bank, I ain't wit dat
I'm da one to run a credit and swag check
Why you flexin' when you livin' paycheck to paycheck
You already know I ain't settling for less
I'm a Boss Chick, so that means I rock wit da best (C'mon)
{Hook 2x's}
{Verse 3: Rasheeda}
Now where dem bosses who be raising them kids
Pick 'em up and drop 'em off in your soccer mom whips
Ain't nuttin always paying the bills
So ??? fits from Beverly Hills
Gotta keep the hair and nails fresh
Can play any position, but never the mistress
You can work a 9 to 5 or own your own business
Long as you runnin' shit it never easily impress (fo sho)
Stay in control 24/7
Keep it 100 always trend settin'
I deliver like UPS
Cause I'm a muthafuckin B-O-S-S
(Yeah)
[Intro]
Ooh hey cmon ooh. Ah ah.
Ooh hey.
[Chorus]
I'm da type of girl like to get that dough with that goose with patron hit the dance floor.
Let it, let it go.
You ain't gotta look no more.
[First Verse]
I'ma certified hot chick MAC like my lipstick.
Lovin me so good that he ice me like the artist.
Supa fly supa bad shorty you can't top this.
Gotta have a G who can hold down a boss bitch.
What it do make a move pimpin you gon' hit or miss by the way you poppin you act like you got that moby dick, lookin real dougy fresh gucci chain like Slick Rick, Hey say he want, he say he want my lovey-dovey kiss kiss.
[Chorus]
I'm da type of girl like to get that dough with that goose with patron hit the dance floor.
Let it, let it go.
Let let let it go. You ain't gotta look no more.
[Second Verse]
Stiletto pumps match my brand new Loui V.
My swag is a whole 'nother pedigree. I'm bout cake call me Sarah Lee. I'm to hiphop what Oprah is to TV. Fo sho' so please, stop hating on me. Ain't nuttin changed still fuck you pay me. By the way got more game then Nintendo Wii he still goin' down wanna taste the georgia peach.
[Chorus]
I'm da type of girl like to get that dough with that goose with patron hit the dance for.
Let it, let it go.
Let let let it go. You ain't gotta look no more.
[Third Verse]
I'm the type of girl make them boys wanna spoil me. Show me off to they fam they adore me. Fall in love wit a chick an wanna wife me. Now here he go givin' credit cards and house keys. That's what happens when the bubblegum be the truth. Man he fallin hard without a parachute. Ladies I'ma let you know the new motto, if he look broke better walk it out pronto.
[Chorus]
I'm da type of girl like to get that dough with that goose with patron hit the dance floor.
Let it, let it go.
Every time we hit the club the shit's off da chain
Better believe it shawty
I'm at the bar callin' yo name
Squeekin', big ballin', flossin'
See me in the club nigga iced out
Or meet me at the bar shawty, let's ball out
Ohh, you's a big money nigga who goes all out
Well, let's do this damn thang till we fall out
Niggaz say I'm too hype and hoes hate cause they flaw
This number one rap bitch spittin' nothin' but the raw
You menstruatin', frustrated, keep yo most anticipated
Flossed out in the club while most of y'all fakin'
Ain't no mistakin' how we do it so you gotta show me love
Pop the bottle, crack the blunt and now we smokin' on a dub
Sassy bitch, classy bitch might be on some pimp shit
Where my money nigga, no time for games you got's to dip
'Cause I'm a regulator, original game playa
Fuck a hoe, I'm Mrs. Captain Save A Nigga Day-a
Nigga playa, own stash off the rip
Make my gun "Blocka-blocka" if a nigga trip
'Cause I'm the regular, you ain't no competitor
So back up wack trick, you better duck
Rasheeda world and I take it how I give it
This unstoppable bitch don't talk it, she live it
Every time we hit the club the shit's off da chain
Better believe it shawty
I'm at the bar callin' yo name
Squeekin', big ballin', flossin'
See me in the club nigga iced out
Or meet me at the bar shawty, let's ball out
Ohh, you's a big money nigga who goes all out
Well, let's do this damn thang till we fall out
This ice tray wrapped around my wrist, look at me
Gettin' hi as hell, drunk as a bitch, look at me
Man I'm feelin' like a million bucks, look at me
Niggaz hatin' but I don't give a fuck, please believe it
I push a Jag 2-G sittin' on some O's
(Sittin' on some O's)
Bitches be up on my dick like brand new clothes
(Like brand new clothes)
I wanna be seen with you up in the Pocono's
(No)
You'll be in the jeep takin' off yo clothes
(Uh-huh)
Bitch make a nigga rich or somethin'
(Biatch)
(Rich or somethin')
I don't give a fuck you ain't in my clique or nothin'
(Clique or nothin')
I don't like to cake hoes, I break hoes
It's all about the peso's and I make those
You don't know about the hoes I toss
You don't know about the thangs I floss
Welcome to the land where .44's explode on broke hoes
[Unverified] I keep every bitch in broke mode
Every time we hit the club the shit's off da chain
Better believe it shawty
I'm at the bar callin' yo name
Squeekin', big ballin', flossin'
See me in the club nigga iced out
Or meet me at the bar shawty, let's ball out
Ohh, you's a big money nigga who goes all out
Well, let's do this damn thang till we fall out
Got niggaz in my grill like whoa
'Cause I rock a show the club outta control
Boy you want the digits, I told him hell No
'Cause you got the 4, I got the S-50-50
Quit the flow, don't even ask, then go on with it
Nasty attitude so you know you can't hit it
Just forget it, I got my mind on my shine
Labeled most hated bitch in 1999
Now it's 2-G, got hoes scared to drop they shit
I'll put my foot off in yo ass and I'll stomp that shit
Lock that shit, hit the spot and rock that shit
I'm on a mission and you wishin' you could stop my shit
My momma told me, "Whatever you do, stack the dough"
Don't ever fall behind no playa hatin' hoe
And that's for sho', you got's to be the trillest of the trill
Realest of the real, my nigga what the deal huh?
Every time we hit the club the shit's off da chain
Better believe it shawty
I'm at the bar callin' yo name
Squeekin', big ballin', flossin'
See me in the club nigga iced out
Or meet me at the bar shawty, let's ball out
Ohh, you's a big money nigga who goes all out
Well, let's do this damn thang till we fall out
Every time we hit the club the shit's off da chain
Better believe it shawty
I'm at the bar callin' yo name
Squeekin', big ballin', flossin'
See me in the club nigga iced out
Or meet me at the bar shawty, let's ball out
Ohh, you's a big money nigga who goes all out
Chorus(x2)
i'm checkin out yo lifestyle
o you a trojan
i know you hopin
that you get chosen
i like em frozen
icy with tha platinum
i need a nigga with a gold package magnum
(Gangsta Boo)
sexy
wet me
you dont wanna test me
ride ya ass to sleep since you doin all that flexin
magnum xl
but i dont kiss and tell
cut a few rappas but it's cool cause thats my bidness hell
jeezy t.i. young buck supa flyy dope boys from da trap raise
ya hands real high
lifestyle uh uh
black package magnum
thicky thick girls keep this jumpshit supa crunk
(Rasheeda)
gold pack or da black
nigga i can handle that
we can do the damn thing
you aint gotta hold back
lamb skin hell naw
thats like goin raw dogg
burn that ass up f**k around and kill all yall
i kno what that business is
xl sensitive
got me makin f**k faces wit the heat sensation
naw nigga we aint got no conversation
unless you rockin platinum wear gold magnum
Chorus(x2)
i'm checkin out yo lifestyle
o you a trojan
i know you hopin
that you get chosen
i like em frozen
icy with tha platinum
i need a nigga with a gold package magnum
(Princess)
step up to the club niggas choosin tryin to get in my jeans
i'm to cute for you but yo friend can come teach me some things
f**k the motion and the ocean cause a niggas gotta have a boat if
his dick too small his shit will sink and it can neva float i'm not
tryin to
boast but a chick like me needs a titanic man
f**k a trojan i need magnums real niggas can understand
if you cant fulfill my needs then hit the road i gotta go
rasheeda diamond princess boonie thugs package black or gold
(Diamond)
splurge me
cake me
diamond so sexy
aint even 18 and daddys wanna date me
but i rather stick to pimpin
wit great grippin i'ma mac
catcha quickie then i'm puttie and wont doubt he bring his stacks
its the fact that i dont love em leave em troubled if they minnie me
gold package magnum wit the platinum cause i need a g
thats how it be
if you down to fulfill all my fantasies i have you on yo bendin
knee you f**kin with the baddest bitch
Chorus(x2)
i'm checkin out yo lifestyle
o you a trojan
i know you hopin
that you get chosen
i like em frozen
icy with tha platinum
i need a nigga with a gold package magnum
(Rasheeda)
rap it up
then break a bitch off
thats wuts up
can you give it to me right
can you do it all night
i aint got no time for kids i dont f**k wit minni men
(Princess)
i dont either
please believe that
if you small then i'm gon leave ya princess need a thug to
please her put it down and be my teacher punish me but nicely
i'm sexy sweet and spicy niggas love me but them hoes always
wanna fight me
(Diamond)
you kno i'm shiesty
i like my niggas icy
the youngest out tha click but the tag quite pricy i might be
the type of chick you wanna make yo wifey
enticing
that why yo baby mama dont like me
(Gangsta Boo)
if you aint sized up please get the f**k up
you be wastin all my time guess yo ass is outta luck
time is up
now you stuck
you and yo lifestyle movin real and goin nowhere i guess you just
a wild child
Chorus(x2)
i'm checkin out yo lifestyle
o you a trojan
i know you hopin
that you get chosen
i like em frozen
icy with tha platinum
[Intro:]
Daddy, daddy, where is my daddy, daddy
You'll be my (ohh) daddy
[Verse 1:]
I been working hard allday
Wanna come home to some play - play
And you rubbing it the right way
Can you beat it up then eat it up like a falet
Go all night till the next day
Can we start with a little bit of four play?
But this time I'm a keep my heels on
I got so many tricks & I know I can predict
All the spots that you wanna put your lips on
(Ohh) daddy don't slow down
Tonight we gone go all twelve rounds
Got walls up, can you tear them down
Make that thing talk back right now
(Ohh) like lalala
Bang so good, got a nigga seeing stars
Bang so good, he then bought a bitch a car
Cause I melt in your mouth like a condact bar
I call you d-a-d-d-y when you up in the g-u-t-t's
Cause I that g-o-double d make you wanna w-I-f-e me
And it's tight upon entry, nickname her kitty cat of the century
No hoe chick, wanna hit it in my tee-pee
Gotta tripod let's do the hd dvd
[Chorus: x2]
You give it to me good, can you do it better
You can make it wet, can you make it wetter
Come & put that thing down on me
[Verse 2:]
Come on, call me ms. juicy
Pop that willy on your suzuki
While ya ex girl was searving you sushi
My 5 star cooch, laced in gucci
You been my groupie, tell them how you do anything for the booty
My sex game so groovy, keep a long hold like jury duty
There's alot of things that I'm into
We can use toys, we can use utensils
Like a spatchula, toss it up, flip it up
Then I back it up like a uhaul truck
I then been wet, can you get it wetter
You do the damn thing but can you do it better
Must work over time when your up in mine
Grab me by the waistline, make it come double time
Four, I got that crack crack
Hit it on time, & you'll come back back
Now I got him like, " damn girl, gone do that thing with no hands girl"
If I could I would sell it in a jar
I'll be a billionaire chick, oh my lord
Stupid juice box call it retart
His last request was I'm a die hard
[Chorus: x2]
You give it to me good, can you do it better
You can make it wet, can you make it wetter
[Chorus:]
In Da Streets
In Da Mall
In Da Club
It Ain't Nun
U Can Get It (Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It(Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It(Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It (It Ain't Nun)
[Verse 1:]
Y U In Ma Face Y U Sayin Dat
Time Is Money Pimpin I Get It By Da Stacks
I'm a Boss Chick Undastand Da Status
U Can Pop About Dem Lil Thangs I Dun Had It
Ice On Da Wrist Shoes On Da Benz
U Can't Hav Ma Numba Iont Need No Frenz
Park Vip All Bottles On Me
Money Ain't A Thang Wen U F**Kn With Me
Ma Whole Squad Gat It Dis Ain't Nun New
Niggas Throwin Money Which 1 U Gon Choose
Come At Me Sidewayz Den U Gon Lose
Ma Advice Ta U Let It Do Wat It Do
[Chorus: x2]
In Da Streets
In Da Mall
In Da Club
It Ain't Nun
U Can Get It (Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It(Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It(Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It (It Ain't Nun)
[Verse 2:]
Hoppin Out Tha Chevy Thang With Tha Bucket Seats
Skates Gat It Sittin Up Anotha 3 Ft
Tip Tha Valet Me N Ma Gurls Bout Ta Bizzo
Stacks On Deck Bout Ta Blow It At Da Mizzo
It's Ma Birthday So I Gat Anotha Reason
Change Da Louis Bag Up Jus Like Da Season
Lookin So Good Betta Polish Up Ya Pimpin
Like Da Way Da Jeans Fit Da Hips Tru Religion(Religion)
Oh Did I Forget Ta Mention
Hair N Nails Fixed U'd Neva Catch Me Slippin (Naw)
All Thru Da Spot Me N Ma Clique Mud(?) Down
So Like Dem Boyz Flip Dem Fowls
[Chorus: x2]
In Da Streets
In Da Mall
In Da Club
It Ain't Nun
U Can Get It (Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It(Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It(Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It (It Ain't Nun)
[Verse 3:]
Chinchilla On Ma Back Get Like Me
Skirt Way Above Da Knee
U Bendin Ova Tryna C
Gat Mo Karats In Ma Ear Den A Salad
So I Gat Canarys On Deck I'm Bout It
Catch Me At Da Bar Posted With Ya Dude
He All Up In Ma Face Sayin He Yont Like U
But He Like Da Jimmy Jewels
N Da All Pink Jacob Cost About 22
Ma Ice So Cold U Mite Catch Da Flu
Da Chain Around Ma Neck It's All Ice Blue
Chanel On Da Shouldas Chanel On Da Shoes
So Y In Da F**K I Wanna Get Like U
[Chorus: x2]
In Da Streets
In Da Mall
In Da Club
It Ain't Nun
U Can Get It (Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It(Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It(Ain't Nun)
Oh where ya beeeen
'Ol lyin' lil' fucka
[Hook:]
Smell like another bitch perfume on ya
Smell smell like another bitch perfume on ya
Oh ohwhere ya been, 'Ol lyin lil' fucka
Actin like ya didn't have your cell phone on ya
[Verse 1:]
C'mon
It's about 4 in the mornin' (mornin')
Acting like you don't see me callin' (callin')
Now we done been here before
Last time I threw yo shit out the back door (back door)
Everytime I let you back in (in)
Turn around and do the same shit again
When you gon' learn you got a 10
Playin with those hens you gon' lose your best friend (best friend)
Just cause you got a lil money (money)
Don't mean I'm a sit home like a dummy (hell naw)
I knew you wasn't about nothin'
"Ol cheat, 'ol schemin, 'OL LYIN LIL FUCKA
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
You got me tickin like a time bomb
Betta take her back where she came from (take her back)
I can smell her perfume on your mustache
Talking mess I'm a to the left yo ass
I'm too fly for ya anyway (anyway)
I won't play the fool another day (naw)
You had me though for a minute
And I ain't shamed to say I've been played I'll admit it (I'll admit it)
This opprotunitycomes once in a lifetime
Can't believe you wanna blow it on a half a dyme
I knew you wasn't about nothin'
"Ol cheatin, 'ol schemin, 'OL LYING LIL FUCK
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3:]
Don't come in here tryin' to reverse psychology
You da hoe, don't tryto point at me
Really though, I'm a make yo ass see
It's80/20, she ain't got shit on me (naw)
I'm da one who showed you how to be a"G"
And the one who gave you the house and key (keys)
Don't make me break ya down to your knees
Any your credit wasn't shit NIGGA PLEASE
Dats what happens when you think you go it going on (on)
When I met ya lame ass you was so alone (so alone)
I knew you wasn't about nothin'
'Ol cheatin, 'ol schemin, 'OL LYIN LIL FUCKA
Woop, Woop, Woop
Woop, Woop, Woop, Twork Sumthin
[Hook: x2]
What cha workin with shawty
What cha workin with
What cha workin with shawty
What cha workin with, twork sumthin'
[Verse 1: Rasheeda]
I'm workin with cha, gon' get cha I came to crank dis here up
Stick up, hold up, ya'll niggaz got me fucked up
Say what, huh, pull up, shut up
The next one of ya'll who run up, be the next one who get done up
Cause uh, I just want to show some luv
See cause uh, I just came to crank it up
So what cha workin with, tworkin with, got it shawty spent it then
Hey Ladies (What) make 'em hit in where they fit in
Then make it up and pay it up then toss 'em to da curb
Makin' with dat chump change boy you gettin on my nerves
Don't get it twisted, dis independent, makin' major moves
Fallin' off in dis bitch sendin' niggaz back to school
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rasheeda]
I'm workin with deep dishes and 32 diamonds and a charm peep da wrist
Rasheeda da chick who rocks from D-Lo, pops and reload
And I get dis thang (thang) crunk shawty you ain't know
Ladies throw ya hands up, fellaz ya'll stand up
Let me see ya turn da club out when da jam bump
Shawty what cha workin with, 2 wrist and platinum necks around my ice
They get and legit would spit, fittin to let you know it's about my life
Flow for my playaz, roll it up twit it blow dro with my playaz
Rich shows and [? ] can flow with my playaz and do the damn thang
Like I told you playa
It's ova playa
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Rasheeda]
What! What! Since I was raised in the A and raised at five (five)
Got chu throwin bows in da club until you tired (tired)
Boy ain't mistakin, it's dat QB Rasheeda and got you thinkin dis dime
Couldn't keep it crankin from Atlanta to Jamacia (what cha talkin bout)
Keep it shakin dats how I do it
Don't flex, I know you knew it
And foreva gettin to it
I lay down, put it down, dats how it goes
Workin with dem true playaz who stay in they cash flow
You can't stop da rock, she's da shit
Da ruffest chick who make you twitch every time I spit it
You scared of dis, and D-Lo steady makin hits
Trill misses put 'em up and tell me WHAT CHA WORKIN WIT
[Intro:]
Daddy, daddy, where is my daddy, daddy
You'll be my (ohh) daddy
[Verse 1:]
I been working hard allday
Wanna come home to some play - play
And you rubbing it the right way
Can you beat it up then eat it up like a falet
Go all night till the next day
Can we start with a little bit of four play?
But this time I'm a keep my heels on
I got so many tricks & I know I can predict
All the spots that you wanna put your lips on
(Ohh) daddy don't slow down
Tonight we gone go all twelve rounds
Got walls up, can you tear them down
Make that thing talk back right now
(Ohh) like lalala
Bang so good, got a nigga seeing stars
Bang so good, he then bought a bitch a car
Cause I melt in your mouth like a condact bar
I call you d-a-d-d-y when you up in the g-u-t-t's
Cause I that g-o-double d make you wanna w-I-f-e me
And it's tight upon entry, nickname her kitty cat of the century
No hoe chick, wanna hit it in my tee-pee
Gotta tripod let's do the hd dvd
[Chorus: x2]
You give it to me good, can you do it better
You can make it wet, can you make it wetter
Come & put that thing down on me
[Verse 2:]
Come on, call me ms. juicy
Pop that willy on your suzuki
While ya ex girl was searving you sushi
My 5 star cooch, laced in gucci
You been my groupie, tell them how you do anything for the booty
My sex game so groovy, keep a long hold like jury duty
There's alot of things that I'm into
We can use toys, we can use utensils
Like a spatchula, toss it up, flip it up
Then I back it up like a uhaul truck
I then been wet, can you get it wetter
You do the damn thing but can you do it better
Must work over time when your up in mine
Grab me by the waistline, make it come double time
Four, I got that crack crack
Hit it on time, & you'll come back back
Now I got him like, " damn girl, gone do that thing with no hands girl"
If I could I would sell it in a jar
I'll be a billionaire chick, oh my lord
Stupid juice box call it retart
His last request was I'm a die hard
[Chorus: x2]
You give it to me good, can you do it better
You can make it wet, can you make it wetter
[Behind Hook]
I feel the master, Phat boy and D-Lo
Ya'll ready, they ready
C'mon, C'mon
Rasheeda she ready, we ready
Archie, you ready, we ready
C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
You ready
Archie, Rasheeda, we ready
[Chorus:]
We ready (What, what)
We ready (What, what)
We ready (We ready, we ready)
For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on)
We ready (We ready for)
We ready (We ready for)
We ready (We ready for)
For y'all (We ready, we ready)
[Archie:]
Ain't no question bout who the best
Macy gon' lay the track and Archie come to do the rest
Step in the way, multiple shots are goin' through ya chest
You must have called Pastor Troy cause boy you is blessed
And I'm a take him out the game y'all
It ain't no thang y'all
You wanna buck, I'll rip you up like a chainsaw
The game's raw, boy please believe it
Keep your bible with you cause you gon' be needin' Jesus
Fiendin' for chart-toppin' hits
And Archie ain't gon' stop droppin' shit
I'm a make a million dollars then stand on the top of it
Rockin' it, till the day I die in this game
Archie with the Phat Boy addin' the fire to the fame
[Hook x2]
[Rasheeda:]
Who came to crank this bitch up like a new Lac (Lac)
It be that diva Rasheeda, so holla back (back)
We crackin on these niggas switch,
Hatin on them snitches (snitches)
And in the mean time playa I be stackin riches, (riches)
I switch positions
Now it's Phat boy and D-LO
And we ain't ready for you nigga's commin throught the door
I told ya'll once before boy ain't no I in teams (teams)
Now ATL will know Rasheeda, now what chu mean (now what you chu mean)
I got my enemy in sight and my target locked
Man fuck these busters, Kurt pull it and let em drop (and let em drop)
I'm off da meter pull the heater from out my purse (purse)
And break these niggas off somthin pullin up their skirts (skirts)
I leave the game hurt WHAT!
[Hook x2]
[Archie:]
You ain't ready for us, cause you ain't ready for me
Courtney B chop and knock a nigga down to his knees
Stay as crunk as can be
Who keeps it crunker than we
Nobody that's why we comin throwin bows and them knees
See our foes and they freeze
They be some suckas at heart
We ready for what you bringin so we bust ya apart
You bustas ain't hard, stack em up and knockin em down
Another cop in the ground, boy, who stoppin me now
Choppin em down, see how quick you drop to the ground
Playin to be raw with ya ball likes to knock you around
I done twisted up the game, there's a knot in it now
And if you didn't see it comin, Phat Boy lockin it down
[Chorus:]
I'm that type of girl I'm that I'm that type of girl(yep) I'm that type of girl I'm that I'm that type of girl (yep) I'm that type of girl I'm that I'm that type of girl(yep) Take money money take money money money. I'm that type of girl I'm that I'm that type of girl (yep) I'm that type of girl I'm that I'm that type of girl(yep) I'm that type of girl I'm that I'm that type of girl (yep) make money money make money money money.
[Verse 1:]
Rasheeda bout the bisay money make me crisay
Lifestyle extravagent gotta stay pizade
Rock big shizades Chanels and dem Diors
Suckas with no money we just call dem broke hizoes
All about the paypa certified banka
Call me betty crocker cause they always gotta cake her
Some might hate her cause she gon' take ya hit chu' for your money make you feel like I raped cha' (yep)
Got that rat money dealas stay stacked money
Frontin bout what chu got boy put up your trap money
See this check here it will show you were you lack money
Limits on my card will put you in a smash homey
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Posted in the kisay gettin my grown woman on the way he lick dem lips I know he give that Georgia Dome
Money in the buildin I'm talkin big bricks and I see he like to trick it off on a chick
Stacks on deck make an ugly boy look good and his ice real bright and he ride real good(good)
I can look pass that I'm a take money money from ya just like dat (yep)
Gotta get mine no time for the drama so don't approach me if you still livin with cho mama (mama) And I don't mean no disrespect but I don't fool with dem boys who be livin check to check(yep)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Ay Ay I'm the type of gul who want it all I'm the type of gul who could show you how to ball I'm the type of gul you wanna take to ya mama house tha type of gul who could show you how to work it out
I'm the type of gul to make a man change his life leave all dem otha guls and make me his wife I'm the type of gul who gon ride when you need one the type of gul you wanna chew all of my bubblegum (yep)
He wanna see me bend over, bend bend bend over, bend bend bend over
And touch my toes [x4]
Them boys in the club always looking for a blockhead
Y'all the same ones givin' up non-stop
So get it right before you step to me rugged
I like them brands, betta rip on them cookies
I gotta have that dough
I like the hit [? ] cause I'm a jazzy... (girl)
This fit that I'm fittin' cost more than them 24s
If you gotta ask, you can't afford what it's hittin' for
I change rides more than some of y'all change clothes
It's so hot, but yet the wrists is so cold.
One to the head, two more to get me loose
Once I hit the floor you can blame it on the Grey Goose
He wanna see me bend over, bend bend bend over, bend bend bend over
And touch my toes [x4]
Antique jeans with the stones on the booty
Ghetto fabulous in the club, give it to me
I like to lean and pop, I like to jig and stop
It take a lot to get this bunny to hop
Got 'em lined up like [? ]
My bank account on the rise, like Wal-Mart stock
Boys get it straight, I know you wanna see me touch my toes
With this mini skirt on, I can strike a fine pose
He droolin' at the mouth like he 4 months old
Here's a teethin' ring to bite, just to keep your grill closed
One thing for certain, two things for sho
I know you wanna see me do my thing on the floor
He wanna see me bend over, bend bend bend over, bend bend bend over
And touch my toes [x4]
He all in my ear sayin' I look like a model
Steady poppin' game when he should be buyin' bottles
I ain't a golddigger boy, but I got needs
I'm on some presidential shit and I ain't talkin' bout trees
Girls in my hood like boys with fat pockets
Straight drop game, and he know how to lock it
The new R-class benz, he already knew it
I ain't gotta ask for it, he just do it do it do it
I know what real money look like, and you ain't
Girl, don't never touch them toes 'til you verify the bank
Bottom line, if you wanna play with these toys
Do away with the games and bring the damn noise
He wanna see me bend over, bend bend bend over, bend bend bend over
[Chorus:]
We can get it on
Let's take it slow
Don't know where this may go
I'm so out of control
Why you rushin me actin like you lovin me
Bottom line you just trynna get yoself on top of me
[Verse 1:]
Why you movin so fast
I just wanna take it slow
Let's get to know eachotha boy
I ain't with that hit and go
You say you want a relationship
Then shawty we can take our time
I don't wanna feel no pressure
Let's not rush it let just keep it tight
[Chorus:]
We can get it on
Let's take it slow
Don't know where this may go
I'm so out of control
Why you rushin me actin like you lovin me
Bottom line you just trynna get yoself on top of me
[Verse 2:]
You say you down why you trippin
Cause most of ya'll still runnin game
Flexin like you got it mann
I see ya'll fools rockin them fake chains
Off up in the club trynna get on anythang
I be damn if I'm the one you play
I got to know that what we got legit
Until then I won't rush into shiit
[Chorus:]
We can get it on
Let's take it slow
Don't know where this may go
I'm so out of control
Why you rushin me actin like you lovin me
Bottom line you just trynna get yoself on top of me
[Verse 3:]
Let me find out you got some baby mommas
Or you really live with yo girlfriend
I can't be fallin for that okey doke
Actin single when this yo otha crib
The only way for me to know the truth
Is if we work it at a steady paste
If you a G like you say you is
Then we can take this thang all the way
[Chorus:]
We can get it on
Let's take it slow
Don't know where this may go
I'm so out of control
Why you rushin me actin like you lovin me
Hahahahaha...
Oh we better have some fun with this one, Frost, okay?
This is just entertainment, people
Y'all ready for this?
Okay
[Chorus: x2]
Take 'em to the bank, take 'em, take 'em to the bank
Take 'em to the bank, take 'em, take 'em to the bank
You actin Hollywood like yo ass don't stank
Don't hesitate, take 'em, take 'em to the bank
[Verse 1: Rasheeda]
Get in where you fit in, hit him where it hurts
Sometimes it's all about gettin what you deserve
That deadbeat baby daddy shit is for the birds
Givin years of your life and gettin nothin in return?
But stop, all my ladies, can you feel me?
Some we give the benefit, and some we drain empty
Why you think Kim keep havin little Diddy?
If she gotta cash a check she gon' get plenty
Got a question how to get it, better ask Shaq wife
She know how to stash, she know how to give advice
But don't cause too much drama
Or you gon' end up like 50 Cent baby mama
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Rasheeda]
Okay, I gotta take my hat off to Russell
He put Kimora on a multi-million dollar hustle
Speakin of that hustle, the mama ain't trust her
I wonder what that girl Tameka gon' do with Usher (Yeah now)
I heard somebody 'bout to get T-Pain (Shortay)
Now is it me or do Janet got mo' than Jermaine? (Y'all know what this is)
Can't forget about Trina and Lil Wayne (Weezy baby)
She got him for some change and a 12 carat ring
Nelly tried to give Ashanti Brass Knuckles, she ain't want 'em
She rather walk away ownin half of Apple Bottoms (Dirrty)
6 years down, 7 'bout to come up
I wonder if Jay and B signed a pre-nup (It's your boy)
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Rasheeda]
Check it out, just in case your situation different
You better watch out for how Bobby did Whitney
Or Kevin did Britney or J.Lo and Chris
I ain't down with that pay-a-man-alimony shit
Look at Bob J, the first black man with a billion
He had to give his ex-wife 400 million
I bet that's why Oprah ain't marry Stedman
She ain't 'bout to give up half of what she been gettin
It could be a secret like Mariah and Cannon
Hold your money tight cause he still a adolescent
They wasn't lyin when they said we got a secret weapon
That made me realize bein a woman is a blessin
This shit was all I knew, you and me only, I did it all for you, still you were lonely,
If we could have worked it out, but I guess things change,
It's funny how someone else's success brings pain,
When you're no longer involved and that person has it all
And your just stuck standing there...
I'm gon need you to say somethin baby,
Say say somethin baby, say somethin baby
Say say somethin baby, say somethin baby,
Say somethin baby, heyyy say somethin baby ohh
[Nivea:]
Wish I could pull you out the game, cause it's the thing that made you change,
It ain't the money honey, lend me some money honey,
Thought I was your heart before your black card,
You told the world about me but you forgot about me,
Is it somethin you forgot cause I'm makin it my adamas watch
And it's beatin like my heart goin tic toc, tic toc
Baby look what u done done got me singin this song
[Nivea: Chorus]
This shit was all I knew, you and me only, I did it all for you, still you were lonely,
If we could have worked it out, but I guess things change,
It's funny how someone else's success brings pain,
When you're no longer involved and that person has it all
And your just stuck standing there...
I'm gon need you to say somethin baby,
Say say somethin baby, say somethin baby
Say say somethin baby, say somethin baby,
Say somethin baby, heyyy say somethin baby ohh
[Rasheeda:]
Yo I been grindin so long tryna reach the top of mount I want it all
Rememberin the days window shoppin at the mall
Now I walk in the store blow the wistle and ball
This ain't the picture I painted this is not a warhol
You was supposed to ride with me but you so far gone
Used to be my biggest fan when I was comin up
Then when I blew up u act like I ain't do enough (damn)
I know I'm not home everynight I'm dream chasin shoes laced up extra tight
If anybody understood probably would be you, told me to sacrifice do what I got to do
I never thought this meant sacrificing you, did all this hard labor thinkin we'd enjoy the fruits
I could move on but you still gotta piece of me, when you gonna realize I did this for you and me
[Chorus: Nivea]
This shit was all I knew, you and me only, I did it all for you, still you were lonely,
If we could have worked it out, but I guess things change,
It's funny how someone else's success brings pain,
When you're no longer involved and that person has it all
And your just stuck standing there...
I'm gon need you to say somethin baby,
Say say somethin baby, say somethin baby
Say say somethin baby, say somethin baby,
He better answer this phone
What lie he gon come up with this time
Pff yeah it figures
Whatever I'm through
[Kalenna:]
Boy, pack ya bags
See you ain't gotta sneak and creep
I'm a let you keep runnin these streets
I ain't bout to have you stressing me
See how good she gon love you
When you let these tricks get the best of
I'm good and I'm gon get over you
(She can deal with the drama I'm
through with you)
Boy, pack ya bags
See you ain't gotta sneak and creep
I'm a let you keep runnin the streets
I ain't bout to have you stressing me
See how good she gon love you
When you let these tricks get the best of
I'm good and I'm gon get over you
(Let her deal with the drama I'm through
with you)
[Rasheeda:]
Sometime love feels so good
Sometime love feels so great
Sometime love turns to hate
That's when it's all gone and it's just too
late
I thought you was different from them
other dudes
I've tried so hard to hold on with you
Yep I admit it I played a fool
I even let you slip by with a lie or two
See I was your chic I ride for you
If I can't get down to it I ride for you
It took a little time for me to shake you
Contemplating on ways I should break
you off
Boy pack yo bags, take your game
Go with them lies you ain't gon change
I thought what we had together was so
strong
But there are pictures on my phone that
prove me so wrong
[Kalenna:]
Boy pack ya bags
See you ain't gotta sneak and creep
I'm a let you keep runnin these streets
I ain't bout to have you stressing me
See how good she gon love you
When you let this tricks get the best of
I'm good and I'm gon get over you
(She can deal with the drama I'm
through with you)
Boy pack ya bags
See you ain't gotta sneak and creep
I'm a let you keep runnin the streets
I ain't bout to have you stressing me
See how good she gon love you
When you let this tricks get the best of
I'm good and I'm gon get over you
(Let and deal with the drama I'm through
with you)
[Rasheeda:]
Let a slide with the business trips
Got a name of a credit card slip
Man, why you're going out like this
I've never thought I'd have to deal with
this
I look back and it all makes sense
Late night hanging out with ya boys
So now you're too drunk to drive home
from the club
Why you didn't call me I would scooped
you up
But you're sendin out all my calls and
voice mails
Where your blackberry at – you get my e-
mails
Now you're gonna sit here lie in my face
Shoulda cheated on you and gave you a
daze
But I didn't do that I thought real love
was better than all that
You the reason women think me ain't
shit
You'll never find another real chic like
this
[Kalenna:]
Boy pack ya bags
See you ain't gotta sneak and creep
I'm a let you keep runnin the streets
I ain't bout to have you stressing me
See how good she gon love you
When you let this tricks get the best of
I'm good and I'm gon get over you
(She can deal with the drama I'm
through with you)
Boy pack ya bags
See you ain't gotta sneak and creep
I'm a let you keep runnin these streets
I ain't bout to have you stressing me
See how good she gon love you
When you let this tricks get the best of
I'm good and I'm gon get over you
(Let and deal with the drama I'm through
with you)
Pack ya bags... sneak and creep... runnin
this streets... stressin me
See how good she gon love you, when
you let this tricks get the best of you...
I really talk shit
Na I don't give a fuck
I'm that new It girl
Minus the fake butt
4s on the truck
Keep a Louis clutch
Looked at my plane ticket
All that bitch said was up
I'm outta here like these rappers gettin locked up
Back in the streets on my grind
Time to re-up
My Ceo ain't locked up
He in the driver's seat
He told me give him the shop
Bonapatite
I'm everywhere muthafuka like four gs
On that Stevie Wonder
You cain't see me
I know that I'm the shit
Now add the cosign
Im bout to set em back like Donald Trump's hair line
shit i'm in my prime
Like optimus
Am i a bad bitch?
hell that's obvious
so pass the loud nigga
high like a cloud nigga
and i go rounds
never throwin in the towel nigga
I'm shitting on you clowns
Call it bowel nigga
Try me and its uh-clah-clack-clow nigga
And i don't sound like her
And i don't look like them
Shit I'm the fuckin best
Boss bitch look at this
Yeeaaaa
O let's do it
Hey O let's do it
Hey O let's do it
Yeeaaaa
This boss bitch music
Hey I get stupid
Hey I get foolish
Yeeaaaa
O let's do it
Hey O let's do it
Hey O let's do it
Yeeaaaa
This boss bitch music
Hey I get stupid
[Rasheeda:]
ATL Baby, baby what
Yea, Yea, Yea,
Now check dis out naw y'all
I'm talk about these flaw broads (flaw broads)
These flaw niggaz (flaw niggaz)
Be tryin' to get in with cha
Plottin to get cha
And when the hit cha they think they gon' get richer
We gotta let the niggaz know
Check It out
[Verse 1: Rasheeda {Nandi}]
I take a minute to get in it, let this game unfold
Who put Atlanta on the map and now we're platinum and gold?
Now who contendin' with these heavyweights (flow for flow)?
Who got yo nigga actin' single at my {sold out show}?
Been in the game runnin' game, nigga {know that}
And seen the tightest to the lame niggas {fall flat}
These streets is watchin' all you paid niggas {so don't chat}
With all them fed time laid niggas {naw, now fuck that}
You won't be rimmed up and hemmed up, nigga, fo' sho
This major paper got you feelin' like you in control
Take a minute, think about it, need to slow your roll
Lost your focus, hocus pocus, you done {sold your soul}
For some small change, mind frame got too swoll'
Before you know it you gon' blow it, nigga {no mo' dough}
For some small change, mind frame got too swoll'
Before you know it you gon' blow it, nigga {no mo' dough}
[Chorus: Bone Crusher & Rasheeda & Nandi]
[Bone:] Ra Ra Ra Rasheeda don't trust dat hoe, don't fuck with dat bitch
[R&N;:] I come up on these haterz and I stack my chip
[Bone:] Sold da Benz on you nigga boo-bee you da shit
[R&N;:] I got my mind on my money so I'll kill a bitch
[Verse 2: Rasheeda {Nandi}]
Now that I'm watchin' you {checkin every move dat chu make)
Now that I'm clockin' you {schemin on da dough you can take)
I'm comin after you {blastin with the clip in da plate}
Do what I gotta do {my nigga makin no mistakes} Yo!
Me and my girls ridin shotgun 'bout 10 deep
Cambleton road game told on da late nite creep
While I'm trippin figgas missin know I counted it too
Now only hoes who was touchin money was da ones in my crew
{Now think about) Is it the bitch in the 6 behind
The one I took under my wing and treated like she was mine
Raised her up {she came up}
I put her flow on fire
Gave her da game and da fame thinkin I could retire
[Nandi:]
I had the crew with the downest bitches
They fall in da stackin riches
I knew that I should have listened
To my womens intuitions
But y'all ain't keep positions
Now y'all wanna make decisons
I'll have y'all hoe hittin switches
Pidgeons and turns the switches
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Rasheeda {Nandi}]
Better watch dem hoe's who's down with cha
Plottin' to get cha and when they hit cha
Think they gonna get richer
Picture me {shoppin' sprees} tearin' up da mall
Lil' sista feelin' richer lettin all y'all ball
If you wanna get it got it shawty down for yours
Round trip oversea's on my worldwide tour
You was like my lil homie 2 step behind
Never thinkin' for a minute dat you would scheme on mine
Knew it from the jump should have got it crunk, but still
Had my mind on my shine lettin' all y'all chill
{Now tell me} Who was da one who had you livin' this life
How the hell you gon' [? ] gave you the ice
Laced you nigga with my figgas just because he was nice
If I knew then what I knew now I would have thought 2 about it
Doubt it; now y'all hoe's is cut
Gonna throw your life away you gotta trick to keep up
[Hook: Kandi]
My Kitty So Fine Make A Nigga Neva Wanna Leave (He Keep Fucking With Me)
It's So Good I'll Have You Dreaming About It In Your Sleep (He Can Keep Fucking With Me)
My Kitty So Juicy Make A Nigga Neva Wanna Leave (He Can Keep Fucking With Me)
Baby If You Try It Your Mind Will Be Blown My Kitty So Good You'll Neva Go Home
[Verse 1: Rasheeda]
A Shorty Fuck What You Talking Bout,
I No I Bee The On Chick That You Dream About,
Tha Kind Of Girl You Wanna Take To Yo Mama House,
Ain't Scared To Brag To Ya Boys How I Turned You Out,
But Did You Tell Em How You Wine Like A Baby,
And How You Play The Biscut And I Be The Gray,
It Ain't No Shame Niggas Noing That You Pay Me,
When You Can't Get It You Start Acting Crazy,
I'm A Take You For A Ride Better Hold On,
None To Hipnotize Mind Now You So Gone,
This Re-Up Game Garenteed To Get Your Roll On,
It's So Good You Won't Never Wanna Go Home,
Don't Get It Twisted I'm a Business Women Educated And Fly,
The Kitty So Good Like Sweet Potatoe Pie,
Yo Can Call It Dro Cause It Gone Get You High,
I Hate To Brag About It But My Kitty So Fly
[Hook: Kandi]
My Kitty So Fine Make A Nigga Neva Wanna Leave (He Keep Fucking With Me)
It's So Good I'll Have You Dreaming About It In Your Sleep (He Can Keep Fucking With Me)
My Kitty So Juicy Make A Nigga Neva Wanna Leave (He Can Keep Fucking With Me)
Baby If You Try It Your Mind Will Be Blown My Kitty So Good You'll Neva Go Home
[Verse 1: Rahseeda]
It's So Easy,
I Can Be So Gressy,
Once You Taste The Georgia Peach Then You Need Me,
I Shisty,
You Wanna Wife Me,
No Disrespect But I Don't Wanna Be Ya Wifey,
I Just Put It On Like So Me New Clothes,
Kill Your Pimp Game Make You Leave Ya Old Hoes,
And Once I Do That Yo Blowing Up My Phone I Won't Call You Back,
(Kandi Why You Do It To Him)
Cause I Got What You Won't,
I Can Make You Do Thing That You Said You Won't
You Catching Felling,
I Hope You Got A Glove,
Cause This Kitty So Good,
It Make A Nigga Fall In Love,
[Hook: Kandi]
My Kitty So Fine Make A Nigga Neva Wanna Leave (He Keep Fucking With Me)
It's So Good I'll Have You Dreaming About It In Your Sleep (He Can Keep Fucking With Me)
My Kitty So Juicy Make A Nigga Neva Wanna Leave (He Can Keep Fucking With Me)
Baby If You Try It Your Mind Will Be Blown My Kitty So Good You'll Neva Go Home
[Kandi:]
I Don't Give A Damn If You Pimping,
I'll Shut That Down,
One Taste Of The Kitty Keep You Comming Round,
[Rasheeda:]
I Sheeda,
I Gets All The Money,
To Get A Taste Of My Honey,
[Kandi:]
You Love This Candy
I'll Have You Getting Cavities,
My Kitty Like Crack,
Garenteed To Bring You Right Back,
[Rasheeda:]
I No You Like That,
Boy You Can't Fight That,
The Way I Melt In Your Mouth Like A Kit Kat
[Hook: Kandi]
My Kitty So Fine Make A Nigga Neva Wanna Leave (He Keep Fucking With Me)
It's So Good I'll Have You Dreaming About It In Your Sleep (He Can Keep Fucking With Me)
My Kitty So Juicy Make A Nigga Neva Wanna Leave (He Can Keep Fucking With Me)
The type of girl u wanna chew all of ma bubble gum
The type of girl u wanna chew all of ma bubble gum
I'm the type of girl u wanna take 2 yo momma house
take, t-t-take, take, take 2 yo momma house
Yep, the Georgia peach and I'm back again
It's time to do the damn thing better tell your friends
First things first, I 'sheeda, mess around wit no man who won't eat her
It's time to get it straight, these suckers round here trippin
You know you do it boy, so go on keep it pimpin'
I got that juicy fruit, certified bubble yum
He goin down, chewin on my bubble gum
Sometimes you gotta direct 'em like traffic
I don't cum quick, but when I do it's fantastic
I get em wide open, oh I think he like me
Got that Aquafina make them boys wanna wife me
The type of girl u wanna chew all of my bubble gum
The type of girl u wanna chew all of my bubble gum
I'm the type of girl u wanna take 2 yo momma house
take, t-t-take, take, take 2 yo momma house
The type of girl you wanna chew all of my bubble gum
The type of girl you wanna chew all of my bubble gum
I'm the type of girl you wanna take to your momma house
take, t-t-take,take, take to your momma house
Now let me see a nod or somethin'
You lookin suspect like your ass is frontin'
Got my own car and my own crib
I see why you wanted me to meet your momma then
You never had a flavor like this
A little Georgia peach, a little southern twig
I hit and don't miss
Guaranteed money like the first and the fifth
Yeah I know I got that work
got that good good you wanna eat it like dessert
He wanna show off this prize piece
so drop them nickels off boy and get this dime piece
The type of girl u wanna chew all of ma bubble gum
The type of girl u wanna chew all of ma bubble gum
I'm the type of girl you wanna take to your momma house
take, t-t-take, take, take to your momma house
The type of girl you wanna chew all of my bubble gum
The type of girl you wanna chew all of my bubble gum
I'm the type of girl you wanna take to your momma house
take, t-t-take, take, take to your momma house
It's hittin for a lot of bread
I'm off the chain wit it watch me do it with no hands
Classy but get nasty at the same time
Once I hit the football stands call it game time
Posted in the club like a super model
Jeans painted on same price as the Cris bottle
Petite but that ass sit just right
Now he want to beat it up like his first name Ike
Go head, But I ain't AnnaMae, baby girl get money, baby girl don't play
Go head, I pimp hard like that I don't need a broke nigga on my arm like that
The type of girl u wanna chew all of my bubble gum
The type of girl u wanna chew all of my bubble gum
I'm the type of girl you wanna take to your momma house
take, t-t-take,take, take to your momma house
The type of girl you wanna chew all of my bubble gum
The type of girl you wanna chew all of my bubble gum
I'm the type of girl you wanna take to your momma house
Got my own car and my own crib
Got my got my own car and my own crib
I see I see why you want me to meet ya mama then
I see I see why you want me to meet ya mama then
I got a 6 figure job. 6 room crib.
6 carat bracelet shinin on my wrist
I drive a nice car. I pay my own bills
So anything I want I can buy it at will.
Ain't no need to flex homeboy I keep it real.
If you can't keep up
Than you might as well chill.
When it come to a man
I look for a team playa
Not a sorry ass thinkin that
Rasheeda gonna pay ya
See I ain't got no time for this
Sexy and I'm confident
Bottom line
I'm a strong bonafide hustle chick
A bonafide hustle chick?
A.K.A. a boss bitch
Call me independent cause
Yep I got my own cheese
Come on.
I can get my needs and he can get my whoa
So if he geta trippin
I ain't sittin here broke
Your girls on deck
Call me the creme de la creme
Da type u wanna take to meet ya mama daaa
Got my own car and my own crib
Got my got my own car and my own crib
I see I see why you want me to meet ya mama then
I see I see why you want me to meet ya mama then
Got my own car and my own crib
Got my got my own car and my own crib
I see I see why you want me to meet ya mama then
I see I see why you want me to meet ya mama then
I keep this on [? ] 7 days out the week
You can't get enough?
You wanna sneak peak?
I showed him da buisness
And he fall so deep
Then cook a good meal put his ass right to sleep
He want me on his arm
Like a piece of jewelry
Cause I hold the fort down
Like I'm in the aRmy
Now all he wanna do is introduce her to me
And let his niggas know I'm his future wifey.
I ain't for da games dis is how it's gon be
You can be my trick and I can be your treat
You can be my trick and I can be your treat
A.K.A your pastry cause I be so sweet
I'm the one who make them otha chicks obsolete
Drop the myspace freaks and then press delete
I got the hole 9 boy this package here complete
I ain't trippin cause I know your mama gon like me
Got my own car and my own crib
Got my got my own car and my own crib
I see I see why you want me to meet ya mama then
I see I see why you want me to meet ya mama then
Got my own car and my own crib
Got my got my own car and my own crib
I see I see why you want me to meet ya mama then
Intro
(Yes)
Um, it's all about being comfortable with ones self, you know, being a boss, it's all you need. Boss bitch music volume 3 baby.
(C'mon brahs now)
Haha, okay. (Let's go)
(Verse 1)
Super bad bitch & I love spending them benjamins.
I don't give a shit, bout a broke nigga who be actin' stingy.
Can't go Louis, & that prada, can't afford it, then don't bother. Tryna holla at this ass, wanna touch it? I say nadda.
(Bridge before Chorus)
Ohhh, I make 'em love me, they say I'm wifey type, got a little bit of hood in me, and I ride right.
If I let 'em spend the night, we takin' leer flights, they givin' me stupid brain, I'll get your mind right.
(Chorus)
Look at me now, hey, look at me now, Oh, I'm gettin' paper. Look at me now, hey, look at me now, oh, I'm better than a motha fucka.
(Verse 2)
Everywhere I go, niggas all up on me, real good at it, I ain't got no opponents. I'm a true boss bitch, motha fucka I own it, I just do me, don't give it, don't know it. Thinkin' bout fucking with me, you better postpone it, cuz I murder everything, run it over like a rodent. Is that your man, I don't need moanin', he a quick pumper, enjoy your moment.
(Bridge before Verse 3)
Man, he on my shit, I mean like really, really on my shit. I said can you back up off my shit? I said can you put this bass in it?
(Verse 3)
Oh freaky ass damn, since you so blunt wanna put it in the back, wanna put it in the front. I don't get buck on a nigga no hunt, wanna ball on a bitch lemme see you slam dunk. I go HAM, I go hammer, you know my glamour don't match my grammer, I'm that virus, make 'em go stammer, please don't push, don't touch, don't tamper. I got bars hoe slammer, ya'll so ill, just standered. I go stupid ill mannered, call the shots cold mander.
I rag, I boast to the motha fuckin' most, keep a handful of trumps, to the state I toast. Go ahead of the head of the pack, by the way, adios. Better look at me now, motha fucka I'm a ghost.
(Chorus)
Look at me now, hey, look at me now, Oh, I'm gettin' paper. Look at me now, hey, look at me now, oh, I'm gettin' paper.
(Verse 4)
Wait a minute, I'm not done yet.
Okay, hello all you haters, I'm that chick you wish you was, doing shit you never does, you ain't my fam, don't call me cuz. Cuz see this game right here I run, missed your shot, I'll load my gun. I have that pink bubblegum, yes it's oh so yummy yum, ohhh.
(Chorus)
[Akon:]
Konvict
Akon and Rasheeda
[Rasheeda:]
Cause I got this hump (yeah)
In my back (yeah)
And everytime it hears the bass
It just wants to clap (yeah)
[Akon:]
Let it clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap [x2]
Go on and let it
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap [x2]
[Rasheeda:]
Go on and let it clap
Picture perfect
Paint a perfect picture
What's the dime pieces in it in the club get quicker (Woah)
Now let's make this clear
We got a lil tipsy now we 'bout it over here
Rasheeda got 'em feindin'
Sittin' sideways, boy I see you leanin'
Tell me what you thinkin'
Is that really you talking or what you're drinking
You better put a tag on it
See this hump in my back
Now you wanna grab on it
I can make it pop like it's got a tag on it
If I let you beat it up you gotta put a man on it
[Bridge: Akon]
Now the way you open up like a folder
Wanna see it clap when you bend it over (eeh)
Watch how you grind on me
Drop down, slide down on me now
[Rasheeda:]
Cause I got this hump (yeah)
In my back (yeah)
And everytime it hears the bass
It just wants to clap (yeah)
[Akon]
Let it clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap [x2]
Go on and let it
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap [x2]
You can find me in the club,
Hostin' it up with a thug
Show a lil thigh baby
Chikka's on the dubs
Ain't no shame,
Boy you gotta show me love
Ladies if you feel what I'm sayin,
Throw it up!
If he ain't talking right,
Give his ass a mean look
You wanna see a country girl get crunk
You came to the club to see the hump in my back
Go clap, like this, like this
Like that like that,
You ain't even thinking 'bout the girl at your house, no
Hate to tell her 'bout the things you do with your mouth... woah
Boy it oughta be crime,
You front like you don't
But you do it all the time.
[Akon]
Now the way you open up like a folder
Wanna see it clap when you bend it over (eeh)
Watch how you grind on me
Drop down slide down on me now
[Rasheeda]
Cause I got this hump (yeah)
In my back (yeah)
And everytime it hears the bass
It just wants to clap(yeah)
[Akon:]
Let it clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap [x2]
Go on and let it
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap [x2]
Go on and let it clap
Hey, go on let it clap,
Turn the bass up,
Watch it bounce back,
Gotta a lil secrect,
Can you keep that,
I like-a-like-a-like-a-like it
From the back.
You a minute man,
Call it a wrap,
Don't holla back,
I ain't with dat,
You got one chance to show improve
You don't do it right,
I pass you on to my crew,
IT's so to good with a freak like me,
Hot like me, make it drop like me
You wish your girl had a hump in the back
You wish you girl could make it, make it clap
[Akon]
Now the way you open up like a folder
Wanna see it clap when you bend it over (eeh)
Watch how you grind on me
Drop down slide down on me now
[Rasheeda]
Cause I got this hump (yeah)
In my back (yeah)
And everytime it hears the bass
It just wants to clap(yeah)
[Akon:]
Let it clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap [x2]
Go on and let it
Juicy like a peach
Drip right off ya chin.
Juicy like a peach
Drip right off ya chin.
I, I, I'm, I'm so fly.
Yep, I'm so fly.
[Chorus:]
Juicy like a peach
Drip right off ya chin.
And I'm bubbalicious good, make ya boyfriend grin.
I, I, I'm, I'm so fly.
Juicy like a peach.
And I'm bubbalicious good, make ya boyfriend grin. [x2]
Yep, I'm that chick.
Countin' money like the clock on the wall go tick. Go tick
I neva been with a clique.
But who need em' when you gotta a georgia peach like dis.
I know I got that ****.
Do I dare mention baby beggin to hit. Fo sho.
Don't like em broke.
Dat I gotta admit.
Cause whateva I don't buy he gotta go get.
Ain't nothing changed still switchin my wheels.
I rock a new handbag to match my outfit.
So juicy like a peach when it's hot it drips meltin in your mouth all over your finger tips
[Chorus]
I get it juicy like a peach.
Now what you think about me juicin' up yo sheets.
I got the chocolate candy juice.
I kinda sweet.
I got yo favorite kinda flava.
Time to eat.
I like to see it when it's dripin down ya cheek, drippin on ya meat.
But don't mind me I'm a different kinda freak.
I like it real slow, loosing control.
Waist real good, booty real swole.
Don't you know my name?
Wanna hold hands.
Told me if I like it, he could bite the whole thing.
And I was like dang, made my mouth hang.
[Chorus]
Name droppin don't excite me.
So if you gon step to me, do it precisely.
Yes baby the tag is quite pricy.
Taxin for the way I move that thing so nicely.
All my flavas is juicy.
Down to the last drop, good and fruity.
You won't catch me on the youtube movie.
Can't let just anybody play with the bootay.
Naw I can't do that
But if I let him get it, he gon come back.
I got this here on lock.
Trying to keep his cool but he want what I got.
[Chorus:]
[Young Jeezy:] Now would you ride for me baby
[Rasheeda:] I'd ride for you baby
[Young Jeezy:] Now would you kill for me baby
[Rasheeda:] I'd kill for you baby
[Young Jeezy:] Well let's get this money... ahhhh... let's get this money
[Rasheeda:] Now would you ride for me baby
[Young Jeezy:] I'd ride for you baby
[Rasheeda:] Now would you kill for me baby
[Young Jeezy:] I'd kill for you baby
[Rasheeda:] Well let's get this money... ahhhh... let's get this money
[Rasheeda:]
Where my real bytch? Holdin it down like a rider should?
You fuk with my nigga... boy I wish you would!
These nigga poppin watch how quick that ass dissapear
Send your baby mamma your shirt, for a souvenir...
Yeahhhhhh... Cause my nicca means everything
Got his name tatted on my body and everything
Keep a bytch grippin woodgrain
5 double O sittin on dem white thangs
Not to mention all the blang in my watch and rangs
And the fifth that daddy dropped on my watch and chains
This nicca love me cause he know I do the damn thang
And I'm a ride of ya, put that shyt on errythang
[Chorus]
[Young Jeezy:]
We got stacks on deck, couple chickens in the coupe
Bad red bone thang black rims on the coupe
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
She straight love a nicca, all she do is bragg
When we got I keep my strap in a leather bag
Shorty wanna ride with me
Ayyyyeeee
And we can get money
And when we get done with that we can get mo money
Confession like Usher, boy I got it bad
Every other day I gotta buy ma baby girl a bag
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
And a couple million dollars... ladies if you feel me holla
I said ladies if you feel me holla
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Chorus]
[Young Jeezy:]
I got my mind on my money, hard on my girl
You know baby girl she ma world
And she will never tell up that on my momma
She say she loves me and that's death before Dishonor!
And that's the only way we know how to rock,
Go head baby show em the rock.
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Rasheeda:]
I love ma nicca tell the day I die
No matter what I'm a be right by your side
I neva snitch I take it to ma grave, long as you got my back
I'm down for anything
If you ain't got a real nicca then you can't relate
Ma baby told met hat these jealous hoes love ta hate.
If you wanna test me, I’ma pass the quiz
Looking for a teammate, together we can win
Better treat me right, or I’ma trade you in
And you can get the deuces call me ex-girlfriend
Ok, just listen
Don’t try to play me like no fool, huh
Do your dirty and come around like it’s cool, huh
Forget it, you hoe niggas don’t get enough
I get it, but I ain’t the one for that bullshit, so ..
I told myself never settle for less
And you ain’t got to give if you ain’t loving yourself
And I ain’t jumping head first cause you got a little money
The minute you think you need them that’s when shit get funny, now
I’m looking for a teammate, let’s play the game together
Down for whatever, make it through the stormy weather
I bring mine to the table, then the dinner plate
So don’t make a mistake, learn to appreciate
If you wanna test me, I’ma pass the quiz
Looking for a teammate, together we can win
Better treat me right, or I’ma trade you in
And you can get the deuces call me ex-girlfriend X 2
Ok, peace, holler, I’m gone, I’m way too strong
You been too wrong, with you I do not belong
So carry on, I will not be stepped on
So move along, now this right here, my theme song
How can we grow, with no trust?
I’m down to compromise, but damn, not too much
You want to make it right, well nigga, man up!
No time to back track baby gonna step up
Guys all in my face, but I don’t want nothing but you
I see the good in you baby, can you be true?
Don’t get me wrong, every couple got they issues
Stop messing up, or it’s on to the next dude, I’m gone
If you wanna test me, I’ma pass the quiz
Looking for a teammate, together we can win
Better treat me right, or I’ma trade you in
And you can get the deuces call me ex-girlfriend
You want to make it right, go and man up
You want to make it right, go and man up
Don’t back trap baby, gonna step up
You want to make it right, go and man up
You want to make it right, go and man up
You want to make it right, go and man up
You want to make it right, go and man up
Don’t back trap baby, gonna step up
If you wanna test me, I’ma pass the quiz
Looking for a teammate, together we can win
Better treat me right, or I’ma trade you in
Drip (drip) Drop (drop)
Uh uhh huhh
I got that Drip (drip) Drop (drop)
And it goes like dis
Let's go
Drip drop he want my juice box
Drip drop my cookies so hot
Drip drop my goodies hit the spot
Drip drop shawty look at what I got
Drip Drop he want my juice box
I want your juice box
So you want my juice box?
Drip drop my goodies hit the spot
Yeah them goodies hit the spot
Shawty look at what I got
Boy you betta keep it 100 with ya girl
Dis juice box gon rock ya world
Betta ditch dem otha chicks
Go ahead toss em
Cus dis right here be sure nuff bossy
Sure nuff flossy, I can sure nuff toss it
I might even leave a lil lip gloss on it
Guranteed winna baby dats rightt
Ya want some of dis chick n ya life
Drip drop he want my juice box
Drip drop my cookies so hot
Drip drop my goodies hit the spot
Drip drop shawty look at what I got
Drip Drop he want my juice box
I want your juice box
So you want my juice box?
Drip drop my goodies hit the spot
Yeah them goodies hit the spot
Shawty look at what I got
Yes. My. Flavor so refreshin
My school girl fit time to give him a lesson
Gotta have ya grade right
Wanna Georgia peach session?
Then he'll be singin lil songs like confessions
Cause. My. goodies so ripe.
I know you get excited but juss don't bite
I'm a tell you the type of guy I need in my life.
One who can hold it down
And like to live the good life.
Drip drop he want my juice box
Drip drop my cookies so hot
Drip drop my goodies hit the spot
Drip drop shawty look at what I got
Drip Drop he want my juice box
I want your juice box
So you want my juice box?
Drip drop my goodies hit the spot
Yeah them goodies hit the spot
Shawty look at what I got
Okay gimme dem benjis, jacksons, lincolns
Why [? ] what the hell was you thinkin
A good girl gone bad
Now you wanna spankin
No cut first night no matta what I'm drankin.
I. make em work for these cookies
Sweet treats ain't made for no roookies
Da type that'll make ya boyfriend play hookie
Cause he over here payin me like a bookie.
Drip drop he want my juice box
Drip drop my cookies so hot
Drip drop my goodies hit the spot
Drip drop shawty look at what I got
Drip Drop he want my juice box
I want your juice box
So you want my juice box?
Drip drop my goodies hit the spot
Yeah them goodies hit the spot
[Rasheeda:]
Queen of Crunk Nigga
[Jody Breeze:]
What's up, this is your motherfucking boy nigga (yeah)
Jody Breeze (that's right)
Rasheeda was in
D-Low, show now what's hard in the hood nigga (A-Town!)
[Chorus:]
Don't hate, cause you A, but lickin how my play shine
A can got a lacktruck, pullin up that A-Town
Don't hate, cause you A plus lookin' how my green shine
The way I work this minus, girl I'm making loose them mind
Don't hate, don't hate, just get like me
Don't hate, don't hate, just get like me
Don't hate, don't hate, just get like me
Don't hate, don't hate, just get like me
[Rasheeda:]
In the stop sign pimpin' would it be like
Ya they'll never seen a girl so clean in his high-hear blowin' inner there
Blowin with a butch affair
Get them to the mouth and no limit to the bread spread
Powderback, gucci too, Frankie B, Jimmy Ju
Ya'll got my signs, boy don't play me at the damn fruit
Rasheeda bout the chains again
Ya'll seen the damn thang
I'm rappin for the A, the guiness ain't gotta claim
Ok uh what's up? don't even dissin'
Leave yo stick baby all end of wrist
It considered pen but lay up listen
T-sees rules up fuck and listen (that's right)
Don't hate I gotta big truck nigga
Would the put it down big pieces hanging down the finga
[Chorus:]
Don't hate, cause you A, but lickin how my play shine
A can got a lacktruck, pullin up that A-Town
Don't hate, cause you A plus lookin' how my green shine
The way I work this minus, girl I'm making loose them mind
Don't hate, don't hate, just get like me
Don't hate, don't hate, just get like me
Don't hate, don't hate, just get like me
Don't hate, don't hate, just get like me
[Jody Breeze:]
Checks but no breeze-clean, pull up jeans, girl white tees
With a low cap breeze, ain't no Ts, got my mouth on bling
Niggas gon hate, that they hoe on me, patron go D, that hung on the streets
Wanna niggas at bitchs, some leave just boots at the threw some broads,
Wanna breathe but some gots, nigga with a pen got at a reason sweats,
Got a lot of niggas to know but the rides are slow with the pan to joke
Duck in the day, but the rides are fo's, when run to the run hurry time to providing store
Niggas know that stoppin sweat is it where the others store
People say we blunching but them cutchin niggas gotta dough
Motherfucking mother boo, this is what I hustle for
Dean making no money then motherfuck you hustle for
Told you what the fo fo fo's in the west bow
If you really want it how we gotta do is fast ball
[Chorus:]
Don't hate, cause you A, but lickin how my play shine
A can got a lacktruck, pullin up that A-Town
Don't hate, cause you A plus lookin' how my green shine
The way I work this minus, girl I'm making loose them mind
Don't hate, don't hate, just get like me
Don't hate, don't hate, just get like me
Don't hate, don't hate, just get like me
Don't hate, don't hate, just get like me
[Rasheeda:]
Don't hate cause you ain't us
Sex rush natrus
Changing niggas hot stuff
Cash streets a double up
This a game touch hate cause you can't cut
Banks row ain't enough
My price talks too much (yeaah)
I'm the truth like the felony
I see you wide you want your good get like me
[Jody Breeze:]
What say number been a hater
Cause I'm always gettin paper
See you later baby you was staking
Thanking I'm a cakeing
You niggas projects in thang like champaign
In bubbles chains in rubbers and slands
Through standings you govers and
If it move it ya pops out be painting your mother
Shot raps for dinner, slang kane for suffer
[Chorus: x2]
Don't hate, cause you A, but lickin how my play shine
A can got a lacktruck, pullin up that A-Town
Don't hate, cause you A plus lookin' how my green shine
The way I work this minus, girl I'm making loose them mind
Don't hate, don't hate, just get like me
Don't hate, don't hate, just get like me
Don't hate, don't hate, just get like me
[Hook:]
Do it, (come on now)
Do it, (come on now)
Do it,
(Come on) Do the damn thang
[Verse 1: Rasheeda]
Come on let's start this shit
Shawty let's crank this shit
A little sumethin for them hatin' hoes
Who gets nothin' but them knees and boes
Why ya'll all in my grill,
Why ya'll can't keep it real
Always tryin' to plot and scheme
Wanna live this life is just a dream
Ain't no I in teams
All the real niggas know what it mean
Catch me ya'll just to slow
Hatin' hoes gotta let ya'll go
Don't never try to stop my flo'
Won't tell you this shit no mo'
Da baddest hoe that you ever seen
Two triple O, shawty bout that green
[Verse 2: Que Bo Gold]
Naw they don't understand
These niggas don't understand
These muthafuckers think we playin
See they don't know what we sayin
Fake niggas in our grill
Fake niggas all in our grill
These niggas don't wanna get to it
These niggas don't wanna do it
[Hook:]
Do it, (come on now)
Do it, (come on now)
Do it,
(Come on) Do the damn thang
[Verse 3: Re Re]
You can tell a real nigga from the fake fake
A trill nigga that's down in the cake cake
A hot girl that's clean not stank stank
Some bad weave for somebody
So u took a little drank
So I guess it made u think that you could when u can't
With the N with the ain't
Ain't nobody got time round here to playing round
Sucka with the big sack nigga better lay it down
Comin' through ain't bout that shady shit
Boy I'm mo' dirty than Dusty Rhodes
I drop the beat and rock the flo'
Representing that Que Bo Gold
So don't you try to test us out thinkin' we country with no skills
Cause I drop the bass and tame the bass
Put this fire to yo grill
[Verse 4: Rasheeda]
Well I was born in Illinois okay ah
Raised in Atlanta, G-A yah
Lived in New York and L.A. yah
My nigga I'm da shit no matter where I stay
Cause, uh, I was cut like that, lil buddy I'm stacked like that
From da front to da side to da back, Rasheeda, and I'm tight like that
I ain't never been worried bout anotha
Cutter her buddy, lil buddy I don't studder
9 double lock chrome for the lame lame
Big faces in my pocket not the chump change
Ride the Benz with the wood grain, grilled out, smoke frame,
With the knock knock
38 pop pop all you haters just stop
Or you gone get dropped
[Hook:]
Do it, (come on now)
Do it, (come on now)
Do it,
(Come on) Do the damn thang
[Verse 4: Pastor Troy]
Brrrrdt! Uh, Stick em, ha ha ha, stick em
Fuck dem pussy niggas and who ever with em
All I say is sic em
And there go my boys
D-S-G-B, Pastor damn Troy
Boy you ain't ready
Boy you don't want it
Boy we ain't ready, bitch get disappointed
Shit, all I know is southern blo'd not lower than a dime
From thirty piece to quarter ki we strictly on da grind
No time to spit no evidence, no evidence, no charge
Since they ain't got no evidence
I gave them my lil boy
The scars from my hand as I crank up the speaker
Drop the bomb on you bitches, Pastor and Rasheeda
Bitch, do it!
[Hook:]
Do it, (come on now)
Do it, (come on now)
Do it,
Intro:
Yeah
Due to overwhelming request
I shall
Bring to the world
Boss
Bitch
Swag
Lets go
Chorus:
This right here is my swag
All the haters right now are mad
Everybody pay attention cause this right here is my Boss Bitch
swag (yep)
Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Yea I'm so bad with my Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Always popping tags with my Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Yea I'm so bad with my Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Always popping tags with my Boss Bitch swag (ohhh)
Verse 1:
Lets go
B.O.S.S. capital B
I.T.C.H. yea that's me
Super dope chick got the new Louie V
And I always got a D. boy checking on me
It's the remix queen time to go in
Boss Bitch swag I'm that shit
Just took the doors off the Boss Bitch whip
And I'm everywhere nigga on a Boss Bitch trip
They try to throw shades cause the chick self-made
Independent bitch mean the chick self-paid
White and blue diamonds on a Papa Smurf chain
And a army green Jeep call it G. I. Jane
This right here is my new hairdo
Different color nails gotta mean shoe game
She the mane and I'm of the chain
Chorus:
This right here is my swag
All the haters right now are mad
Everybody pay attention cause this right here is my Boss Bitch
swag (yep)
Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Yea I'm so bad with my Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Always popping tags with my Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Boss Bitch swag (yep)
Yea I'm so bad with my Boss Bitch swag (yep)
[Chorus:]
He treat me right, he did me wrong
He made me weak, he made me strong
He pissed me off, he turned me on
He made me realize I'm betta off alone
(Nowwhat he do) He made me laugh, he made me cry
He kept it real, then he would he lie
He made me cum, he made me fight
He made me realize he just wasn't right
[Verse 1:]
I know relationships got they ups and downs
Or it can seem like circles going round and round
It ain't gon be perfect
Although that's what I want
He was the best candidate and he gettin my vote
Started off good doing everything right
Checkin in like you should coming home at night
Smile in my face and keep me fly
Make me feel proud that he my guy
Ok now why you gotta change, you gotta lie
Learning to play with my mind
I can't believe I waste my time
[Chorus:]
He treat me right, he did me wrong
He made me weak, he made me strong
He pissed me off, he turned me on
He made me realize I'm betta off alone
(Nowwhat he do) He made me laugh, he made me cry
He kept it real, then he would he lie
He made me cum, he made me fight
He made me realize he just wasn't right
[Verse 2:]
Damn how could I be so naive
I let my guard down and there he went sellin me dreams
And it's a shame, I thought I had someone on my team
But he was slowly tryna break down my self-esteem
Tryna control me and everywhere I went
From the clothes I wore to the friends I kept
Kept tracking my every step, thinkin I'm creepin with someone else
Man I played myself, I betrayed myself
I had to let him go cus disrespect is what I felt
[Chorus:]
He treat me right, he did me wrong
He made me weak, he made me strong
He pissed me off, he turned me on
He made me realize I'm betta off alone
(Nowwhat he do) He made me laugh, he made me cry
He kept it real, then he would he lie
He made me cum, he made me fight
He made me realize he just wasn't right
[Verse 3:]
Sleepin with the enemy is what I did
He made all the right moves just to reel me in
I should of stuck with my friends or listened to kins
And Id of never got caught up in this situation
But I'm ok, I'm standin on my own two
I'm independent and I'm strong and I'm so over you
I thank God everyday for pullin me through
Cus everything you did to me I already done to you
[Chorus:]
He treat me right, he did me wrong
He made me weak, he made me strong
He pissed me off, he turned me on
He made me realize I'm betta off alone
(Nowwhat he do) He made me laugh, he made me cry
He kept it real, then he would he lie
He made me cum, he made me fight
[Rasheeda:]
Yeah
Rasheeda... Baby
I'm a play around a little bit... like
Alright
Like [x3]
Okay okay
Look
I got that great, great
Fruity pebbles sweet
He running after me like a track meet
C'mon
He call me sushi roll, cause I'm raw as fuck
All ready supreme ain't gotta gas me up
My pillow talk game so superior
So I leave the store with every different color fur
BURR! Gucci Mane said it best
He's like my infant, keep his mouth on my breast
I'm SHEEDA SHEEDA, the Nooki Diva
And it gets wetter than, Lake Geneva
And then we role play
I just won an Oscar
Genius brains like I graduated from Harvard
Full scholarship... here swallow this
Sex education class
Let's Experiment
We make the bedrock
And holler many sounds
I keep him at attention it never goes down
[Chorus: Kandi]
Ooohhh baby, I'm a put it down on you baby
Wanna give it all to you baby
Can you find my G-Spot, call me Mrs. Flintstone I can make your bedrock
Ooohhh
I can make your bedrock
Ohhhhhh
I can make your bedrock boy
Ohhhhh
I can make your bedrock
Ooohhh
I can make your bedrock
[Toya Carter:]
Independent now, used to have my hands tied
Now they after me I got a custom stop sign
It must be something bout my accent
Cause I say BABAY and niggas wanna pay a chick
Small waist, pretty face, and my booty round
Now he in my zone like a touch down
I don't need another friend, I need a team mate
With a big appetite eat the whole plate
Don't come around with that lyin I seen you before
You know damn well I got my own TV show (Yeah Baby)
Now that's some boss shit, I got my own everything
And I could put it down
Made him pull a hamstring
[Chorus]
[Diamond:]
MRS 32
I'm Going In
Yeah
I can make your bedrock
It's 32 top notch
My Reese's pieces, buttercup got em playing hopscotch
Riding with the top off, I'm posing like I'm Janet
He UPS my pussy cause I'm on another planet
Got dammit she can't stand it
Cause he spoil me like he Santa
I make him ho... Ho... ho while we cruising in my phantom
He catching temper tantrums when he miss my fruit pebbles
So I sex him on the schedule just to make him feel special
I'm spoiled and too royal (too royal)
So it's spa's today and rub me down with oil
I came first he went last
It's Willie Wonka no hands
Baskin robin in demand
Still rocking no wedding band
[Lola Luv:]
Okay he super fly
I just gotta tame em
Sit em down make him the shit, potty train em
I make him raise his hand, call me Ms. Monroe
I bless him like a reverend... I guess I run the show
I'm a front runner his ex a backgrounder
All she do is throw shade like the MAC counter
American idol I'm shining now
They love to judge me
Simon Cowell
Give em the diamond smell
I don't tell em shit
I replace bitches I'm on my Allen shit
It's like a melon split when I let em cut
He pop my fire hydrant then I wet him up
[Chorus]
[Kandi:]
Come give me a Hersey kiss
Twist me up like licorice
Wipe my candle apple while I
Nibble on your dip stick
Every now and later you can be my sugar daddy
I let you break me off like a kit-kit-katty
Ooooooooooooo
You can chew on my big red while you try my lemon head
Don't stop
If I blow on your blow pop I can make your bedrock
Oh oh oh na na na, oh na na na
Candy Girl and the Georgia Peach Rasheeda on this mean ol' beat
Yeah, Oh oh oh na, oh oh oh na, yeah, oh oh oh na na, oh na na, oh na na
Hey Fox I think they ready
[Chorus:]
I got ass (got ass), this big (this big)
You touch up on it (touch up on it)
I split your wig
Lay ya out like BAM
Gon' with that shit stop playin' boy
BAM Man gon' with that shit stop playin' boy
This is why you're hot, but this is why I'm cold
The ice on my wrist can buy a Lambo
Hit ya out like BAM
Got that shine on gon' I ain't playin boy BAM
I got that shine on me gon' I ain't playing boy BAM
(Ay Ay Ay Check me out)
I got a nice, cute lil' booty
The boys like to watch it, like a movie (Check me out)
So cold, so fly, so original (original)
Got that shine on me boy, I'm going digital (digital)
True religion hold that ass like some vice grips
Try and touch up on it, and get your wig split (yeah)
Oh, oh, stop playin' boy
If you ain't talkin' money, then what you sayin' boy?
[Chorus]
I got big ol', big ol', big ol' ass
I gotta a bumper stoppin' niggas out in traffic ass
I gotta tooty booty, juicy booty, ghetto ass
But if you sneak and touch it I'm a smack yo ass
I got a real sweet peach, a delicious ass
But it's not quite as big as Delicious ass
When I'm walking through the club
Oh they on my ass, hoping they can get my ass to sit on they moustache
[Chorus]
I got that, I got that, I got that one of a kind
Wanna beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it up from behind (yep)
Oh oh oh na, now bring it back, oh oh oh na
My fit hot, the ice got me cold
My booty short give a fine peep show
Bring your money and I might get low (get low)
The Georgia Peach bouncing like a 64
Yes sir (yes sir) that's her (that's her)
That's what they say when they look at my curves (my curves)
And when I walk (oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
It funny just to watch the fellas tongues hit the floor
[Chorus: x2]
Oh I saw your pretty ass just as soon as you stepped in the club
I was like oh lookin so good I just had to know who you was
Shorty your badder than a motherfah
(Shorty your badder than a motherfah)
I want you badder than a motherfah
(I want you badder than a motherfah)
[Bridge:]
(Let's go) I see you you see me I know you want it baby I
Know you want it baby (baby) all up on it baby (aahh) I'm the type
That your gone wanna make your lady (lady) wanna make ya lady
Make your main lady
You turned your swagg on soon as I walked in tryna
Impress I'm not an easy chick to win show me how
U can do it betta than the next man (man) can you
Please me do it like no otha can
[Chorus]
[Toya Carter:]
Is it the way I walk or the way my dress fittin he
Like my tatoos love the way this thing sittin (yup)
Is it my smile he say my face so pretty (yea baby)
Said I'm the one hes been tryna get with me is it my
Attitude he know I'm independent he know I'm bout-it
Bout-it (bout-it) he know I get-it get-it he kinda
Fly got a sexy face (face) thought I found love
Could he be my soulmate
[Chorus]
Is you a team player can we compliment each otha how
Many things we got in common with one anotha just
Keep it real I know you don played the field and now
Your lookin for a girl who can seal the deal you been
Waiting on me baby well here I is show me what ya
Got (got) handle ya biz he ain't like the otha
Suckers and he made it clear he said he gotta have
Me and whispered in my ear
[Chorus]
ATL to STL
On them thungs and crunk as hell
Your system blast, then let it bump
Spark the L and raise it up
Fifteens in my shit, you know it's gon' bump
Nelly ridin' shotgun, nigga, pass the blunt
We into what-ever, and keepin' it crunk
Got twenty-inch BB's on my white Benz truck
Aw shit, we done did it again
From ATL to the new, but still breakin' 'em in
Playin' to win, fire hot, burnin' ya skin
Platinum hit number two, y'all made me do it again
This Rasheeda, I'm ridin' niggas through the dirty
From Old McDee to Cambleton flippin' birdies
Bendin' and swervin', I got this muthafucka turnin'
Threw up the double R, heard the sirens, kept it burnin'
ATL to STL
On them thungs and crunk as hell
Your system blast then let it bump
Spark the L and raise it up
I'm 'bout to pull up in the ATL, eighteen inches and five screens
Old folks on the side and they reachin' for Visine
Five bitches right behind me, more flashin' than high beams
Like, Nelly, where you goin', can I go? By all means
Keep the door open, drivin' the ave, mami get in
Matter fact, don't ya come without, whoo, bringin' ya friends
One shotgun, three in the back, one on my lap
What's the outcome, we in the sack like Warren Sapp
Open ya mouth hun, "We don't do that", don't give me that
Why ya tongue done, say "Aah", fuck it, that's what I thought
I was peepin' that since the first time I saw ya
Timed ya walk from there to the time I parked
So keep ya one eye open for the haters that gawk
But still thugged out, candy coated and thugged out
Real stud guy, blink, now the guns out
I'm a show you what that A-T-S-T-L is about, dirty
ATL to STL
On them thungs and crunk as hell
Your system blast then let it bump
Spark the L and raise it up
I love wood grain and, tinted, painted, and dusted out
Threw on some new shoes, drop the top and skated out
Then I hit the block, non stop, numero uno
Iced up, platinum bitch, breakin' niggas to the zero
Call me the hero, better yet, the Lieutinent
Takin' charge of the game, best believe I'm gon' win it
See, it ain't no thing for me to put it down
You jumpin' out your draws for this bitch from down south
Now put 'em up, and throw your hands in the air
Now tip the cup, like you just don't care
Stepped in the club, with my niggas from the D-Low
We keep this thing crunk and droppin' bows on them hizzoes
ATL to STL
On them thungs and crunk as hell
Your system blast then let it bump
As I stand on the edge of the rising tide I am overcome with beauty.
There is a fleeting feeling that takes my legs to fill my lungs with all of the world.
Gulp by gulp the serpent dreams, to decimate my burning wings.
Oh how he effectively detaches my burning wings with a faulty sense of valor.
Lust in the molten soul, here in hell where the visions sing and the streets are paved in coal, I will see you through your feats.
I will save you, a prodigy that's feeding.
Withstanding bows of me.
The breathing of the waves blocks out giant whispers.
I can feel the trembling of the earth in the way that she moves.
[Solo: Funderburk]
Rest in the folly he said.
Cross all of your fingers and weep on.
Cauterized with the poisoned in the deepest of boughs, I will stand proud by you.
Surfacing from the foul abysmal depths, be at rest assured she will sing to the world in a sweetened harmony, without a falter in her means.
As I bear witness to the flood that's justly pouring from her shawl, I know that soon we will swoon in the wrap of her staggering grace just simply melting from her breath.
She is poisoning us with regret for feeling comfort instead of dread.
She has got the lead and she sees it, lifting her arms.
And just as we turn our backs to flee, wretches tail her out of the sea.
Coiling the running that shapes the flood, where the burdened visions take our hands the blood will fall.
[Solo: Funderburk]
Higher forces please intervene.
Stagnate this army and their queen.
Opening up her chest, exposing prodding ribs.
Swiftly gaining on our tracks, we're wearing out.
Atrocious has become this night of apathy.
Not a cloud lays low to cover me.
Its apparent that our flesh is the destination they'll be feeding on for days.
No one here lives to scream, no one but me.
You sing the song.
We shed the blood.
Taunting us from the girders, our bodies have become the flood.
[Solo: Moore]
Swept myself away, from the troublesome future I have bestowed upon you.
Cast myself away, from the grips of your demise.
Waiting impatiently for this insufferable pain to subside.
As I walk these barren lands to hide my insecurities, I confide in nothing.
The nourishment won't take me far away from the constant memoirs of you.
Waiting impatiently, for this unbearable thirst to subside.
Ripping through the branches as I sink my teeth into flesh.
Drawing life from the slow (from the weak), sustaining myself.
I cannot withstand a lack of procreating life within the barrage you're allowing through your gates.
Our fold remains to be alleviated.
Swallow the pride of the stand that has forced itself through this brace.
Condemn this need (the wanting; the crave) that dispossesses me of my absence.
I am so loving.
I can be gentle.
[Lead: Funderburk]
Now the sun is streaming pathways that lead against my will, where it's revealed that this was my gravest mistake.
What they told me was erroneous.
What they told me was that you had left this world.
Waiting impatiently for this insufferable pain to subside.
Lo, here I've fallen with my claws deep in your back.
And with a surly swing, I'll collapse your neck.
I've waded through barren nights, procuring latent sins, without overwhelming myself in such shallow standards.
Lust in patience is beginning to hollow my very core.
Through the thick of the trees I can sense her emotional aura.
Envisioning the waltzing daughter gliding with vacancy.
Consequently this embellishes a feeling I've held in seclusion for an eternal perpetuity.
[Lead: Funderburk]
Amidst the sky is where I lie, biding my time in the still of night.
Bidding to catch a glimpse of your gleaming face, uncontrollably I am sweeping towards you without a sound.
Distress begins beating through your chest as you awake helpless.
Clutching onto such a porous glance, I can taste you on my lips.
I must justify myself to you through gnashing teeth, with the rest of my hidden from your eyes for your succor.
[Solo: Moore]
[Solo: Funderburk]
Whole and swinging in this sanctuary from her feet.
Lust in patience is beginning to diminish in the air, as we breed.
I can see that you're reclusive, with me inside of you tonight.
Tears dripping down your beautiful face just disgust me deeply.
There is nothing more that I can do.
You know of me and I can't have you.
Awoke with a vicious grin in the phallus entrance, hard from the mother's cries.
Your infant's hands are gripping flesh.
Dying sweating storms, writhing on a gurney, dreams of pleasure burning off in sheets.
No time to sedate.
This harlot must be seen at once.
Protrusions rising from the skin underneath her gut are wearing thin.
Now as your belly is split apart a voice begins to whisper, "I have come for the light."
Arisen in shame, shrouded in filth, his starry eyes meet hers.
"I was borne by the serpent's spleen, in the bearing queen.
I was borne by the serpent's spleen, carried in the bearing queen.
What a sultry world God hath created, showered with our pensions never earned.
What a sultry world God hath created, showered with our pensions never earned.
Fire rains down from the north, carrying plagues and shedding skins.
And thus the beast will lead his minions through the seas.
Covering all of the lands.
He's got the world in his hands.
Solace is all that he is seeking.
Provisions nourishing the son of fallen kings atop of the highest tower in hell.
Solace is all that he is seeking.
One of these days you'll make it through without gouging your eyes out at my sight.
Awoke with a vicious grin.
Here at the break of dawn, I wait secluded from occurrences that stand foretold.
Hesitation devastates me, while the reek of you empowers me to defy my immortal humanity.
So set in stone with these rulings, I can't deceive my father's regulations.
No matter what the lure, I must hold back my strength.
I mustn't bear my teeth.
Inflicting my infectious persuasion to create a wall between us, only failing.
I have but one alternative.
I must exclude myself from the torture of your fragrances.
Wallowing in my hopelessness of self-control amidst your presence.
Fled through the forest in an instant, to take refuge with the genus in the north.
I must salvage myself.
[Solo: Moore]
[Solo: Funderburk]
Here, at the break of dawn, the weeks have passed as days.
My blackened eyes grow weary.
To concede that the words of the prognosticate are truly set, to be an entry into eternity anew.
A Wiff For Every Day Of The Week
(I Do That)
My House The Only House On The Street
(I Do That)
Fresh Pair Of J's On My Feet
(I Do That, I Do That, I Do That)
At The Party Throwing Money In The Air
(I Do That)
Popping Bottle After Bottle I Don't Care
(I Do That)
Livin Life Like A Boss Without A Care
(I Do That, I Do That, I Do That, Yeahhh)
Look Look Look Look These Monkey Lookin Niggers
I Swear They Hate To Kill, No They Don't Grind Like I Grind
I Swear They Hate The Crib, No They Ain't Gettin Paper
On Me They Frontin Major, I Call My Nigga Mano
He Tell Hi Hater I Tell Em Die Hater, Me And My Niggas Major
We Gettin Paper For real, I'm Talkin Sky Scrapers
That Thing On My Waist But Them Bullets Fly Later
We Got That Black On Black In The Front I'm Talking Dark Vator
I Got Them Retro J's The Ones You Never Seen
We Shoot Them Special K's The Ones That Split Your Spleen
I Got My Black TShirt On And My 87 Jeans And Yes I Do That Well
Your Girl Done Bounce For Me
A Wiff For Every Day Of The Week
(I Do That)
My House The Only House On The Street
(I Do That)
Fresh Pair Of J's On My Feet
(I Do That, I Do That, I Do That)
At The Party Throwing Money In The Air
(I Do That)
Popping Bottle After Bottle I Don't Care
(I Do That)
Livin Life Like A Boss Without A Care
(I Do That, I Do That, I Do That, Yeahhh)
Look, We Riden Something Fresh She Won't Respect The Rest
She Said She Want Him Right Then, She Don't Want Nothing Less
She Knows The Boy Is Patient, These Other Fools Are Faken
I Swear To God On My Momma These Other Rappers Bacon
That's Why We Fry Em Up And Then We Tie Em Up
Supply The Hood With Work, And Then We Buy A Truck
Homie Them Haters On The Block, They Just Admire Us
You Ever Seen Me Dressed They Say He Fly As Fuck
Like A Helicopter, And Yes I'm Hella Proper
I Have Her Hitten High Notes, That Girl Could Sell A Oprah
See The Niggas In The Streets Know I Do That And He That And We That
And We Scrapt And Flapt?
A Wiff For Every Day Of The Week
(I Do That)
My House The Only House On The Street
(I Do That)
Fresh Pair Of J's On My Feet
(I Do That, I Do That, I Do That)
At The Party Throwing Money In The Air
(I Do That)
Popping Bottle After Bottle I Don't Care
(I Do That)
Livin Life Like A Boss Without A Care
Yea you fucking with the wrong one
I'm a tell you right now boy you don't really want none
I got killers with me and they on kwon
I just say the word and have you hanged
[Verse 1: Roccett]
Uhh, you ain't ballin' like we ballin' baby No
You see them niggas they animals and they off there hatin'
I said they fuckin' crazy and you a fuckin' joke
I show you one finger like the rest of them broke
This shit in my pocket can sink a fuckin' boat
I said the pussy good, I rather touch your throat
You see that black flag, you see that black banger
You see that blue rag, you see that blue phantom
Snatchin' niggas for ransom, you better pay the price
You either spend the money, or go and lose your life
My niggas got them stripes, oh you a fast runner
You better use them nikes or you saying good night
BANG!
[Chorus:]
Hey, if it's touble that you want then that ain't a problem
I'm a bring it right to your doorstep Ayyyyy
A.K's max 45's, nigga yea I got em' Ohhhhhh
I'm a bust em' all till there's none left
Yea you can get it
Yea you can get it
Yea you can get it (Trick trick)
Anytime nigga any place (Cut my vocals up a lil bit)
Yea you can get it (Boss)
Yea you can get it
Yea you can get it
Anytime nigga any place
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
They call me scarface, I'm moving magia
And I'm still speeding caught up in this paper chase
I'm in that maserati, just peeled the paper plates
I peeled the top back, look at them haters face
Bitch I'm in the streets, you want my beard shadow (Long one)
I keep banana clips, up in the big apple
I fuck with charley hustle, only real G's
I got so many cribs call me Ricky real T
Ricky real squeeze, so niggas never front
And one day I smoke a hundred hundred dollar blunts
I'm the boss and the boss keeps working
Keyword, this nigga keeps working
Boss
[Chorus:]
Hey, if it's touble that you want then that ain't a problem
I'm a bring it right to your doorstep Ayyyyy
A.K's max 45's, nigga yea I got em' Ohhhhhh
I'm a bust em' all till there's none left
Yea you can get it
Yea you can get it
Yea you can get it
Anytime nigga any place
Yea you can get it
Yea you can get it
Yea you can get it
