Song Lyrics
Tha fuckin hardest, 8 karat bently on the wrist how bout it?, ya body off the chain
You already know huh, hit the mall-a, now whudd it is
Trynnah do sumthin to me, so whudd it is, all dat mean muggin dat mumblin who you talin bout?
Yeah scrappy touchin err thang, i m in the street
Yeah scrappy touchin err thang, oh yeah we make plays on the radio
What s the deal, i m on the goose Scrappy, swear to god i ain t lyin man
i ain t got bread at the house now who you talin bout?
Git the broad up, then i look up in the closet to see what i m gon wear
you know the young nigga buckin
Soon as i wake up i ma say my prayers, you already know whudd it is
I m lookin atcha face, dat s whudd i m talin bout mayn, you already know whudd it is
when i m in the club catch me smokin
But ya head fine, don t got me wrong my nigga
swear to god i ain t lyin man
A couplah groupies with some big azz booty s, trynnah do sumthin to me, you already know whudd it is
gitcha mind right
trynnah do sumthin to me
They mad cuz i hit the mothafuckin block gunnin, put the key up in the starta, gotta machine with a bean dat ll clean ya whole curb aye
With the g s up chain, fuck bein on tv i ma show my ass in public Lil, with my niggas
one to the truck to see who in it
i ain t got bread at the house now who you talin bout?
Yeah i mean you iight, i went and spent 45 on my mouth hunned?