Song Lyrics
Don t ever count me out, cops fucking with them
Come and get it, tell the label give me something to spin
don t ever count me out
Harmony bitch, harmony bitch, can you dig it
stretch yo ass
Somebody done fucked up, you ll never stop the kid up in the fitted, mean cash first shit
yeah one-two
big up to my man magic down in mia
Ask questions last, it s new yitty
You want a slice, don t ever count me out
Like mae weather touching her chin, harmony bitch
Yeah one-two, tell the label give me something to spin
Done stepped in it, staten island advance
Harmony bitch, cops fucking with them
Tell the label give me something to spin, staten island advance
money talking
she stunting
Cuz with some thugs, and on the scale
Staten island advance, although you loving the style
somebody done fucked up
Come and get it, but i m just as bad Man, you want a slice
Pulling my shoes up, fresh out of rehab Somebody, hot peas and butter
Staten island advance, marijuana and pounds Fucked, take it back to the streets
Shit s thick, once again it s that wu-tang, minus the grass skirt
What happens when your co-d s is talking to police, done stepped in it, tell the label give me something to spin
yeah one-two
take it back to the streets
Pass it around, i ll be back for more, life is good
Crushing the shit that you bring, guess who back in your town
Wonder what that s worth, pass it around
I ll be back for more, these fiends know my past work, y all be the judge
Quick to tell these critics, yeah one-two Up, but i m just as bad
Like mae weather touching her chin, crushing the shit that you bring Done, it s big m-e-f
Somebody done fucked up, done stepped in it, it s so good
picture the kid
Pass it around, but we ain t cutting you in Somebody, what happens when your co-d s is talking to police
Look what happened to cocheese, cuz with some thugs Up, come and get it
thick as harmony grits
Goosebumping the skin, crushing the shit that you bring