Intro:
(RQ got some heat)
Chorus:
Aye
Aye, dunk on that bitch like LeBron
I'm drinking Hennessy outta the gasoline can, a nigga feel like Lil' Jon
I cannot love on a bitch, she here today, tomorrow that bitch'll be gone
Imma be stuck in my ways they beg me to change, I get the shit right from my mom
Aye
Lil' bitch you know I'm a don
Niggas had signed to a label, ain't getting no money, his label exec is a con
Niggas be tough on the net, I feel like a dog how I bring the shit to your lawn
I cannot fly on a plane, can't go in the airport, TSA know I'm the bomb
Verse:
I took a hoe to the crib, ain't show her the crib, I took that bitch right to the bed
Already know what it is, I'm not tryna chill, lil' mamma i need me some head
You feeling crazy, well pull up on me whenever, cuz I don't be taking my meds
Niggas be writing these weak ass bars and tryna say they off the top of the head
Nah
O.J. wit the Juice! (Oou!)
Kill you and your crew! (Oou!)
Disappear, Vamoose! (Oou!)
Sippin' Henny, not Goose! (Oou!)
Pop a Perk and get loose! (Oou!)
No such thing as truce! (Oou!)
No such thing as lose, huh (Nah)
No such thing as rules, huh (Nah)
What I want, I do, huh
I say move, bitch move, huh (Bitch move)
I tell you what to do, huh
Chris Breezy wit the moves (What?)
Michael Jackson wit the Groove (Yeah!)
Game Six, can't lose? (Nah!)
Michael Jordan wit the Flu!
Chorus:
Aye, dunk on that bitch like LeBron
I'm drinking Hennessy outta the gasoline can, a nigga feel like Lil' Jon
I cannot love on a bitch, she here today, tomorrow that bitch'll be gone
Imma be stuck in my ways they beg me to change, I get the shit right from my mom
Lil' bitch you know I'm a don
Niggas had signed to a label, ain't getting no money, his label exec is a con
Niggas be tough on the net, I feel like a dog how I bring the shit to your lawn
I cannot fly on a plane, can't go in the airport, TSA know I'm the bomb (RQ got some heat)
(RQ got some heat)
Chorus:
Aye
Aye, dunk on that bitch like LeBron
I'm drinking Hennessy outta the gasoline can, a nigga feel like Lil' Jon
I cannot love on a bitch, she here today, tomorrow that bitch'll be gone
Imma be stuck in my ways they beg me to change, I get the shit right from my mom
Aye
Lil' bitch you know I'm a don
Niggas had signed to a label, ain't getting no money, his label exec is a con
Niggas be tough on the net, I feel like a dog how I bring the shit to your lawn
I cannot fly on a plane, can't go in the airport, TSA know I'm the bomb
Verse:
I took a hoe to the crib, ain't show her the crib, I took that bitch right to the bed
Already know what it is, I'm not tryna chill, lil' mamma i need me some head
You feeling crazy, well pull up on me whenever, cuz I don't be taking my meds
Niggas be writing these weak ass bars and tryna say they off the top of the head
Nah
O.J. wit the Juice! (Oou!)
Kill you and your crew! (Oou!)
Disappear, Vamoose! (Oou!)
Sippin' Henny, not Goose! (Oou!)
Pop a Perk and get loose! (Oou!)
No such thing as truce! (Oou!)
No such thing as lose, huh (Nah)
No such thing as rules, huh (Nah)
What I want, I do, huh
I say move, bitch move, huh (Bitch move)
I tell you what to do, huh
Chris Breezy wit the moves (What?)
Michael Jackson wit the Groove (Yeah!)
Game Six, can't lose? (Nah!)
Michael Jordan wit the Flu!
Chorus:
Aye, dunk on that bitch like LeBron
I'm drinking Hennessy outta the gasoline can, a nigga feel like Lil' Jon
I cannot love on a bitch, she here today, tomorrow that bitch'll be gone
Imma be stuck in my ways they beg me to change, I get the shit right from my mom
Lil' bitch you know I'm a don
Niggas had signed to a label, ain't getting no money, his label exec is a con
Niggas be tough on the net, I feel like a dog how I bring the shit to your lawn
I cannot fly on a plane, can't go in the airport, TSA know I'm the bomb (RQ got some heat)
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