feet Sugar brown ladies or red bones on my meat I'ma skip with the rub or not, on my sheets And ride with a big fo'-five, on my seat Pulling out the yard
unfasten that noose around your neck Connected like a vibe from the wheel to the foot Come on everybody dig the funky output [VINIA:] Five days you work
the cellor What I guess you call the basement, cause thats where all the bass went When we turn it up a notch, old school like Ed Kotch Toss my foot
is yo mix, you best's ta check one And get ret to go for milli, when the next one come If a nigga got a foot off in his rectum His name is Mitchell Bade
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring The streets are deep Son every day is like a rerun So I reach out and try to teach one But eighty-five percent
was grindin in a slow motion I let her have that milky white thick silky black baby makin potion No emotions envolved Ain't no love or hate I just want them thick
grindin in a slow motion I let her have that milky white thick silky black baby makin potion No emotions envolved Ain't no love or hate I just want them thick
'm undisputed Now y'all got to bow when you see me fuck's my name na na Like I'm the bitch pushin' big six Likkle broad five foot pop big shit like See
me in the picture You even got the last dance to see what it could gets you Nothing, broken hearted and lonely 'Cause when it's over, she's going home with me Five foot
all your bad habits, bad blood fanatics Clean up the magic, chrome startin' up static Greed means that you die quick, click the vision Greed lies ambition, five
' my mans, motivated my team Ced said, "Look, my niggas, we got a foot in" Bein' good is good, that'll get you Drew Gooden But me, I want Jordan numbers, LeBron footin
about to make a hundred mil somebody smack me, it's gotta be fake 20,000 square foot crib on the back of a lake five movie deal with Disney damn I'm
the next one come If a nigga got a foot off in his rectum His name is Mitchell Bade, Mitch Bade, Mitchell Bade, Mitch Bade Cruisin' down the 'spect with five
, she got it, she got it She got it, she got it, she got it She got it, she got it, she got it Damn she bad, damn she thick, yes indeed Five foot five
thick shakes little snakes fashion accessories earthquakes five and dime cherry lime wait my turn at the back of the line barbed wire forest fire muddy
shit, I smile for this shit I stack dough and make all my people just wil' for this shit Hold it now, we rollin' it down, we holdin' it down Thick money
gangs is warring blood steadily pouring The streets are deep Son every day is like a rerun So I reach out and try to teach one But eighty-five percent
