(feat. Chip Tha Ripper) Ayyy, what it do my dude I'm livin life dawg what about you And ine even gatta tell a lie My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky high So I'm, watchin my moves From the shoes on the cool beat Damned if a nigga aint high to the roof Pimp tight get it right homey more or less Gatta thank god I'm fresh Oh I rearrange faces when I drop, I'm super duper cudi, Candy paint the rag top Can't nobody even tell me I'm sippin when I lean Forgive me to my fans, I'm country till decease Pleaseee, I stay up on my creep so to come up Gatta look the part superstar, no stunnas I'm the censorship that make you think I lost my mind I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind She fine as she wannabe But she wanna check though Dodging and popping pictures, Like the hoes was working with the law Back at shaker pictures, tryna play me to the left Now I pick the hoes I want, And give my niggas what is left I don't kno if it's the name or the bake on bottoms Keep them on sleep them 501's You can't knock em Use ta have the honda with the 30 day tags That was in the past NOW I'm bout to throw em on the JAG Ayyy, what it do my dude I'm livin life dawg what about you And ine even gatta tell a lie My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky high So I'm, watchin my moves From the shoes on the cool beat Damned if a nigga aint high to the roof Pimp tight get it right homey more or less Gatta thank god I'm fresh Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com