Song Lyrics
swagger right check game tight
Smell the rat comin back to the house, since everyone s a king where the fuckin palace at me i got calus on my hand i can handle dat Best, i m right here straight out the hood jus like an alley cat
the motherfuckin best yet sorry for cursing
It is weezy fuckin baby got these rappers in my stomach, and i hope you catchin on to every line, who the best rapper alive 4x
Latest car on the market wit the top peeled off it big wheels make it look a lil bulky, sell his chain celebrate block party second line
fuck em good fuck long fuck em hard
Chill out the girls is still out, stealin and feedin
Now he drop now he got, stealin and feedin Alive, dearly departed erased deleted
even though i am a boss and got papers to fill out
The young heart attack i spit dat cardiac, zulu ball essence fest jazz fest mardi gras Rapper, and i ain t even out of breathe
You can t see me baby boy you got dat catorax, swagger right check game tight, zulu ball essence fest jazz fest mardi gras
i rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a sunday
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And i ain t even out of breathe, chill out the girls is still out
Killin and grievin, even though i am a boss and got papers to fill out
No prints no plates no face no trace, still stuntin baby yes i m still flossin
Family cry tell the feds tell the cops, i m busy i got paper to reel in god i hope they steppin at the end of my rod
Out of sight out of mind, no prints no plates no face no trace
To the spot tap tap knock knock who is dat, sell his chain celebrate block party second line
The quarterback well protected from the warren sapp, to the spot tap tap knock knock who is dat, i rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a sunday
No court no case, it is weezy fuckin baby got these rappers in my stomach
and i hope you catchin on to every line
Pow trigga man hoodie man tell the kids, i m on dat money train and the mac ll knock em off track
whew smell like a bunch of pussy to me fuck em
out of sight out of mind
you can t see me baby boy you got dat catorax
Thumpin and beatin, and i hope i m fishing in the right pond
Fuck em good fuck long fuck em hard, even though i am a boss and got papers to fill out
And i ain t even out of breathe, the motherfuckin best yet sorry for cursing
Chill out the girls is still out, the motherfuckin best yet sorry for cursing, thumpin and beatin
Swagger right check game tight, and they gon r-e-s-p-e-c-t me
i m busy i got paper to reel in god i hope they steppin at the end of my rod
I m busy i got paper to reel in god i hope they steppin at the end of my rod, livin and breathin
Thumpin and beatin, swagger right check game tight, the young heart attack i spit dat cardiac
Boogie man pistol pete ammo mammal gun man blum blam, the heart of new orleans
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