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meanz of operation - surprise lyrics

surprise by meanz of operation
produced by acevane

hook:
where the weed roll that/ the liquor pour that/ and bring them hoes in
show em where the pole at/ i’m about more stacks/ i can’t control
that/and when i get up on my grind sh-t i surprise my self some times/
ooo yea i surprise my self sometimes

(acevane)
this is for all my people in the v i double l e/ i am from the north side so
sh-t don’t really scare me/ain’t sh-t u can tell me/all these b-tches bad and
if they isant that i drink until they halle berry:/
and you ain’t gotta let me know i know its very terrible/i be faded i be
f-cked up almost everywhere we go/but ooo ima k!ll em like my name
was terrio/ just keep the trees going round like a merry go/ :
i ain’t gotta lie i was to high bout a blunt a go/all you favorite rappers
went out of style bout a month a go/ n-gg- im the one to know/im the im
the /one to know /got ya girl panties going down like an undertow/
bad hoes yea we bout it motherf-cker/getting cash flow yea we bout it
motherf-cker/is you mad tho i wouldn’t doubt it motherf-cker is they
mad tho?
i wouldn’t doubt it….mother f-cker

(hook)

i agree with that -ssessment sir! i surprise myself too…

(ranman)
this for my people in the d.u.v.a.l… whatever that you want is on the
corner up for sale… and if you cannot find it there, you can’t find it
anywhere. they got every kind from a dime to a kitchen chair. high rate
crime they cold bruh. north side sign i throwed up. mama lookin funny
sayin you ain’t gettin money ran it’s bout time i growed up. and it’s
bout time i showed her. mama ain’t raise no poser. now i got profit
(prophet) like the 12 disciples. i’m floatin on the water setting sail with
white hoes. to h-ll with my foes. hail your idols. got b-tches yellin for
us like a chorus recital. party poppin bottles like a wedding reception
so many bad b-tches, neither one i’m neglectin. short girls, tall chicks
all rock ya world, just take ya pick. all cute as h-ll. they all are fit
one thick as f-ck, i call her grits…. so go head and roll that, that liquor po’ that. she bout to go in, show her where the pole at. she call mo’stacks, but you can call ran. baby high as sh-t. i let her know my lap somewhere to land

(hook)

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