young buck – i be on that (remix) lyrics
-ss so fat, i need a lap dance
somebody tell the waitress bring some f-cking racks in
the strippers running to the pole when we backing
all gold, trinidad james on my austin
it’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
walk up in this b-tch, i f-ck sh-t and i leave, hoe
i be on that, i be on that
i be on that, i be on that
it’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
walk up in this b-tch, i f-ck sh-t and i leave, hoe
i be on that, i be on that
i be on that, i be on that
ok, i walk up in this b-tch, i f-ck sh-t up then i leave, hoe
play your card, know, and get some money for that weed, hoe
45000 blood, devil, devil season, michael th-rne bring it back if you tell me please, hoe
she gonna make that -ss clap, pop that for a real n-gg-
i’m gonna throw that cash back, drop that on a real b-tch
murder on that p-ssy, hoe, i kill that, i kill, b-tch
you gonna get like airbag, get ensured if i deal with you
young n-gg- got it like i f-cking hit the lottery
you just want the money, shorty, you ain’t gotta lie to me
all these n-gg-s hating on me, know they want a part of me
’cause every time you see me, milli, i look like a robbery
it’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
walk up in this b-tch, i f-ck sh-t and i leave, hoe
i be on that, i be on that
i be on that, i be on that
it’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
walk up in this b-tch, i f-ck sh-t and i leave, hoe
i be on that, i be on that
i be on that, i be on that
it’s me, hoe, with a bad b-tch and she creole
lead me where this weed go, we shooting like a freak, though
b-tch, i’m worth tickets, poured up in a candy-painted regal
and parked right by your phantom, hopped off with this desert eagle
a thousand pounds a minute, hundred bricks, what that equal?
all in your vip, got you asking who them people
racked up in the streets, know that my wrist worth ’bout a kilo
f-ck all you rappers, n-gg-, it’s just me and my amigo
got this trap jumping just like when your vein hit that needle
i’m just running that checkup, chasing up like a casino
mix matching designers, not just one, i got on three, hoe
tattered up so my versace shirt ain’t got no sleeves, though
it’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
walk up in this b-tch, i f-ck sh-t and i leave, hoe
i be on that, i be on that
i be on that, i be on that
it’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
walk up in this b-tch, i f-ck sh-t and i leave, hoe
i be on that, i be on that
i be on that, i be on that
these b-tches study my style on the come up dvd
nikky bb i see, ddt, it’s a rough ride, eve
but i win, n-gg-, easy three
bad b-tch, a regal, these ugly b-tches is really boosting my ego
it’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
i’m so f-cking famous, i can’t do sh-t on the d low
you got everybody infiltrating negroes
i don’t believe them, they lying like leos
everything these b-tches doing i already did it
watch my world, stalk interviews, then they mimic
it’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
walk up in this b-tch, i f-ck sh-t and i leave, hoe
i be on that, i be on that
i be on that, i be on that
it’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
walk up in this b-tch, i f-ck sh-t and i leave, hoe
i be on that, i be on that
i be on that, i be on that
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