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andre the giant - ishims lyrics

[ party arty ]
yo, we some known thugs, bad to the bone thugs
the feds got the phone bugged, even player-haters show love
i gotta give tone love, we call him trigger cause he throw slugs
i sold drugs, every year, summer to summer
now it’s me and flow pullin up hummer to hummer
gettin money while y’all cats gettin dumber & dumber
i run with cats, livin sort of savage, extortion status
pull out the nine and off with cabage, lil’ f-ggots tossin salads
party arty, i push the porsche to dallas
bumpin ‘horse & carriage’, flossin carats
everywhere i go it’s thugs and drugs
one day we bustin slugs, next day love is love
next week it’s on again, we at war again
so warn your men, g.d., we was born to sin
take you back to the origin of this
grab my d-ck and force it in your b-tch
flossin in a whip, n-ggas gun, i’m tossin em clips

[ a.g. ]
i roll with puff lye n-ggas, do or die n-ggas
triple homicide n-ggas, y’all still my n-ggas
son, it’s a.g., hip hop legend
you can catch me in a silver 7
blowin l’s with my brethren
honey think she a 10, hope she feel it’s 11
i’m a 6 figure n-gga ’bout to make it to 7
and y’all rap poem n-ggas get slapped and sent back home
got more hot lines than tac—-phone, ask tone
shortie want it doggy style, i hit it like snoop and sh-t
your plaques, they platinum – still ain’t recoupin sh-t
you rock versace, heard you boost the sh-t
girls on some rooster sh-t, lovin me on some cupid sh-t
(stupid b-tch) i reek havoc at seminars, showtime
like magic and jabar won’t have it cause i’m allah
shorties wishin on a star, here’s one with a d-ck attached
they think these wicked raps, n-ggas front, we get the gats

[ d flow ]
yo, i g-ngb-ng, let the pain ring, leave your brain stained
let the chain hang, front, i’mma pop that thang-thang
know them chicks remember a n-gga like me
when i’m done them b-tches ‘get on the bus’ like spike lee
the best i might be, burn you lightly with 10 bars
i bend broads, big d-ck n-gga with 10 cars
open you up with– gem—stars—- your mentals
floss every now and then, but son, i been large
listen, b-tches acknowledge the don and polish the –one
got gats with silencers on when i have my son a prophet is born
ain’t no stoppin us calm from droppin the bomb
rolex watch on the arm, the type to plop on your moms
trust no one, don’t talk, roll on or get stole on
g.d., me and p, we get our m-th-f-ckin flow on
i make a bad b-tch l!ck the -sscrack
cause they turn me off with “can i have this, can i have that?”
hoes even ask for half the ascap
but i ain’t tricked since i was 16, b-tch, i’m past that
nowadays p-ss the gat, let me dirty the sh-t
m-th-f-cka, let me see how dirty you get
me and my n-gga ride around in convertable sh-t
and if it’s us on the track, no doubt, we murder the sh-t

yeah
g.d
party arty
a.g
d-flow
my man woo’s up in here
yeah
i’m ’bout to get my dance on
i’mma let me see how i do my dance
yo
let them hear that sh-t

[ woo ]
(oh, you want me..?)
my n-ggas be smokin isms
my n-ggas be stackin ones
my n-ggas be smokin isms
my b-tches be wearin thongs
my n-ggas be smokin isms
my n-ggas be gettin it on
my n-ggas be smokin isms

( -coughing- )

big l
rest in peace, baby
mvp
#1, baby
we love you, baby

- andre the giant lyrics

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