Party song or not...
This..I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the nikkas you've been leading on
Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feeding on
Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fukking read-along
Ain't a fukking sing-along unless you brought the weed along
Then ju... (Okay, I got it)
Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on
All that shyt you talkin' bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a nikka I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then motherfukker get to bustin'
Yes Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long dikk nikka ain't for the long talking, I beast
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>this...
Hold up bytches simmer down
Takin' hella long bytch give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya
Huh, ASAP get like me
Never met a motherfukker fresh like me
All these motherfukkers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keef
Cause I'm the nikka, the nikka nikka, like how you figure?
Getting figures and fukking bytches, she rollin' swishers
Brought her bytches, I brought my nikkas, they getting bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a nikka act nikka-rish
But at least a nikka nikka rich
I be fukkin' broads like I be fukkin' bored
Turn a dyke bytch out have her fukkin' boys, beast
Rocky's shyt gets the skip button each time.