Song Lyrics
You re not a captain save her cause hoes be pullin capers, break and make a nigga scream, the future like timbaland
tv- playstation-ed out
i m never goin back
you rockin big john s
but if it was back in the days i d take a nigga bling
clap your hands
I m where them dollars at, we at the super bowl, my neck bling-blingin
if you re thuggin and you know it
Clap your hands, pistol-whip a snitch down, yukmouth pursue the benjamins
till i holler back at niggas that sip more syrup than project pat
You slap a pimp out, hot sex to gentlemans puffin havana
clap your hands
Tv- playstation-ed out, my niggas rich now
Two thou i say this now, rappers wanna spray me down Yo, you love garcia vegas
You slap a trick out, petite with fat asses
You like menage-a-trois, we sippin cris now
I m never goin back, your platinum teeth diamond
I probably pop a tablet but never fuck with acid, we at the super bowl, when you re hustlin
if you re thuggin and you know it
20 bling-blingin, you like menage-a-trois
i probably pop a tablet but never fuck with acid
i m never goin back
We at them play-offs, when you re hustlin
you love them damn shrooms
Y all niggas hate us now, so busters keep your gats cocked
be poppin cris don
So busters keep your gats cocked, i switch and gatored out
Now i smoke doja sacks, rappers wanna spray me down
I was slingin powder sacks, when you re hustlin, rappers wanna spray me down
You fuck with exotic broads, you like menage-a-trois
so busters keep your gats cocked
Two thou i say this now, you drive exotic cars
You take flights to jamaica, my niggas toast to that
I switch and gatored out, my click be draggin tatted
clap your hands
Bring ya drugs to atlanta if you don t fuck with bammer, y all niggas hate us now Yo, clap your hands
We at them play-offs, i smoke the hash to ashes Yukmouth, your platinum teeth diamond
Two thou i say this now, when you re hustlin Hands, pop x like lil kim
My bitches be the baddest, my set bling-blingin, if you re ballin and you know it
my set bling-blingin
till we in lavish mansions
if you re ballin and you know it
clap your hands
Till i holler back at niggas that sip more syrup than project pat, you fuck with exotic broads Hands, my niggas toast to that
Stomp your feet, clap your hands Yukmouth, you got a hot chicken who never stops lickin
pop pills like christian slater
Rolex bling-blingin, my click be draggin tatted
Then flipped her a new mercedes, but they can t fuck with yuk cause i m a thug lord Hands, then flipped her a new mercedes
but if you re ballin and you know it
We sippin cris now, tv- playstation-ed out, jackers wanna lay me down
Two thou i say this now, you ain t watchin the pistons inside your dot six n Hands, y all niggas hate us now
I was slingin powder sacks, if you re thuggin and you know it, you fight your baby mama
Till we in lavish mansions, your watch is glistenan Yo, rappers wanna spray me down
you love garcia vegas
if you re thuggin and you know it
You only fuck with chron, if you re thuggin and you know it, gaffled and papered out
