, suicidal, i'm tryna put a fuckin dick in your spinal get it get it poppin get it get it poppin get it get it poppin get it get it poppin [ chorus]
Get it up, get it up, Get it up, get it up, Get it up get it get it get it up.. Aye aye aye aye aye aye aye get it up bitch aye aye aye aye aye aye
Shawty you the baddest and to meet you is an honor (honor) Lil mama I got a table waiting What you think about a convo And if you like it baby we could take it
the whole toilet on ya Weezy F baby b-tch I hotter than Uganda Ughhh!!! Mama aint make me to make homies she make me to make history so doing that's
my arm Gotta keep a piece of mine, hot cherry balm, lip locking with a dime I make bitches scream for me like I'm Lil Jon Last king to flow, sweeter then
it to me, show it to me Give it to me, show it to me Give it to me, show it to me Aye, bend that ass over and let it move back Come, kick it with me
it move back Come kick it wit me, I'll get your groove back And give it to me Show it to me Give it to me Show it to me Give it to me Show it to me [
see ya do the rodeo (Rodeo show) It's like you don't even have nothin' on Got everybody watchin' you so you can show that thong It's ya birthday lil' mama
Mama never saw that a star was born-born Mama said star go mow that lawn-lawn I said it's hot as hell a nigga need some lemonade Bump it it's 2000 a
rules our this our size Cross it young nigga and you will die Pumps, ride guns, even 25's Cash Money got this, don't even try it Stay where you from
ya Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda Ughhh!!! (Jae Millz) Ma-Mama aint make me to make homies She made me to make history So doing that
me When it landed, the flight attendant had sex with me And they ask, ?Is it the pimp in you?? I hit reporters morning after interviews Checking in, lil
me To the beat y'all and it don't stop It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin' To the beat y'all, and it don't stop It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin
-Legit!! Verse 3 *(B-Legit) I can pin a marajuana nigga, love it like my mama nigga, an if yo sacks ain't actin up, back it up, ain't no dub's
You heard what I said, we need to make our way to the bed So you can start getin it dead You like to rub it, give it to me that frwaky stuff Don't
the walls off a broad til' she squall Like yeah, it's on like that But it depend on the swing of the baseball bat For it to pitch on the count or make
like it now Beat it till i knock it down Rip it , dip it, flip it Till i smack it down We can slide up Straight to the hot out Now just relaaax pretty
my face the whole time And what she spoke it seemed as though she could read my mind She sipped her wine & smiled, & asked if I was down for something wild Mama