Wo
Wo
Walk down yo' block swinging sticks Wody Jeter man
Gettin' guap with the mob
We some businessmen
Run it up, run it up
We bout them dividends
FiHunnit fivever
Just mob, I'on need a friend
Got my own motion, that Wotion, I'on need a trend
Walk down yo' block swinging sticks
Wody Jeter man
Throwing crosses?
Nail ya' to it like Jesus man
When it's up, it's stuck
We spin like a ceiling fan
Think that bitch kin to Jeffery way she eat a man
Gettin' guap with the mob
We some businessmen
Run it up, run it up
We bout them dividends
FiHunnit fivever
Just mob, I'on need a friend
Got my own motion, that Wotion, I'on need a trend
Walk down yo' block swinging sticks
Wody Jeter man
Throwing crosses?
Nail ya' to it like Jesus man
When it's up, it's stuck
We spin like a ceiling fan
Think that bitch kin to Jeffery way she eat a man
Paranormal, I be hunting like a beagle
Pop up, Grim Reapers
I slide with them demons
Heart froze, but tote heaters
Control Alt Delete ya
Go to war for my people
You known I'll six feet ya
Think my first name Jeepers
Cause I'm a creeper
You on the other side we gone defeat ya
Whole clique doctors got shots like some needles
Gotta bring me some racks or a pack for a feature
I do not got time to chill
I'm a business mane
Think it's a matrix
All I see is digits mane
Goofy boy say he want static
Get frizzy mane
We the Big Spinna Mob
Bitch we the dizzy gang
Clutching my pole
Cause he smelling real fishy mane
I had to cut my arms off
Can't have feelings mane
Get back won't ever cut off
We gone get ya' mane
Ray with that glizzy
Fasho' I'm a hit ya' mane
Gettin' guap with the mob
We some businessmen
Run it up, run it up
We bout them dividends
FiHunnit fivever
Just mob, I'on need a friend
Got my own motion, that Wotion, I'on need a trend
Walk down yo' block swinging sticks
Wody Jeter man
Throwing crosses?
Nail ya' to it like Jesus man
When it's up, it's stuck
We spin like a ceiling fan
Think that bitch kin to Jeffery way she eat a man
Gettin' guap with the mob
We some businessmen
Run it up, run it up
We bout them dividends
FiHunnit fivever
Just mob, I'on need a friend
Got my own motion, that Wotion, I'on need a trend
Walk down yo' block swinging sticks
Wody Jeter man
Throwing crosses?
Nail ya' to it like Jesus man
When it's up, it's stuck
We spin like a ceiling fan
Think that bitch kin to Jeffery way she eat a man
Big Wo - Ceiling Fan Lyrics
Big Wo - Ceiling Fan Lyrics
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Wo
Wo
Walk down yo' block swinging sticks Wody Jeter man
Gettin' guap with the mob
We some businessmen
Run it up, run it up
We bout them dividends
FiHunnit fivever
Just mob, I'on need a friend
Got my own motion, that Wotion, I'on need a trend
Walk down yo' block swinging sticks
Wody Jeter man
Throwing crosses?
Nail ya' to it like Jesus man
When it's up, it's stuck
We spin like a ceiling fan
Think that bitch kin to Jeffery way she eat a man
Gettin' guap with the mob
We some businessmen
Run it up, run it up
We bout them dividends
FiHunnit fivever
Just mob, I'on need a friend
Got my own motion, that Wotion, I'on need a trend
Walk down yo' block swinging sticks
Wody Jeter man
Throwing crosses?
Nail ya' to it like Jesus man
When it's up, it's stuck
We spin like a ceiling fan
Think that bitch kin to Jeffery way she eat a man
Paranormal, I be hunting like a beagle
Pop up, Grim Reapers
I slide with them demons
Heart froze, but tote heaters
Control Alt Delete ya
Go to war for my people
You known I'll six feet ya
Think my first name Jeepers
Cause I'm a creeper
You on the other side we gone defeat ya
Whole clique doctors got shots like some needles
Gotta bring me some racks or a pack for a feature
I do not got time to chill
I'm a business mane
Think it's a matrix
All I see is digits mane
Goofy boy say he want static
Get frizzy mane
We the Big Spinna Mob
Bitch we the dizzy gang
Clutching my pole
Cause he smelling real fishy mane
I had to cut my arms off
Can't have feelings mane
Get back won't ever cut off
We gone get ya' mane
Ray with that glizzy
Fasho' I'm a hit ya' mane
Gettin' guap with the mob
We some businessmen
Run it up, run it up
We bout them dividends
FiHunnit fivever
Just mob, I'on need a friend
Got my own motion, that Wotion, I'on need a trend
Walk down yo' block swinging sticks
Wody Jeter man
Throwing crosses?
Nail ya' to it like Jesus man
When it's up, it's stuck
We spin like a ceiling fan
Think that bitch kin to Jeffery way she eat a man
Gettin' guap with the mob
We some businessmen
Run it up, run it up
We bout them dividends
FiHunnit fivever
Just mob, I'on need a friend
Got my own motion, that Wotion, I'on need a trend
Walk down yo' block swinging sticks
Wody Jeter man
Throwing crosses?
Nail ya' to it like Jesus man
When it's up, it's stuck
We spin like a ceiling fan
Think that bitch kin to Jeffery way she eat a man
Wo
Walk down yo' block swinging sticks Wody Jeter man
Gettin' guap with the mob
We some businessmen
Run it up, run it up
We bout them dividends
FiHunnit fivever
Just mob, I'on need a friend
Got my own motion, that Wotion, I'on need a trend
Walk down yo' block swinging sticks
Wody Jeter man
Throwing crosses?
Nail ya' to it like Jesus man
When it's up, it's stuck
We spin like a ceiling fan
Think that bitch kin to Jeffery way she eat a man
Gettin' guap with the mob
We some businessmen
Run it up, run it up
We bout them dividends
FiHunnit fivever
Just mob, I'on need a friend
Got my own motion, that Wotion, I'on need a trend
Walk down yo' block swinging sticks
Wody Jeter man
Throwing crosses?
Nail ya' to it like Jesus man
When it's up, it's stuck
We spin like a ceiling fan
Think that bitch kin to Jeffery way she eat a man
Paranormal, I be hunting like a beagle
Pop up, Grim Reapers
I slide with them demons
Heart froze, but tote heaters
Control Alt Delete ya
Go to war for my people
You known I'll six feet ya
Think my first name Jeepers
Cause I'm a creeper
You on the other side we gone defeat ya
Whole clique doctors got shots like some needles
Gotta bring me some racks or a pack for a feature
I do not got time to chill
I'm a business mane
Think it's a matrix
All I see is digits mane
Goofy boy say he want static
Get frizzy mane
We the Big Spinna Mob
Bitch we the dizzy gang
Clutching my pole
Cause he smelling real fishy mane
I had to cut my arms off
Can't have feelings mane
Get back won't ever cut off
We gone get ya' mane
Ray with that glizzy
Fasho' I'm a hit ya' mane
Gettin' guap with the mob
We some businessmen
Run it up, run it up
We bout them dividends
FiHunnit fivever
Just mob, I'on need a friend
Got my own motion, that Wotion, I'on need a trend
Walk down yo' block swinging sticks
Wody Jeter man
Throwing crosses?
Nail ya' to it like Jesus man
When it's up, it's stuck
We spin like a ceiling fan
Think that bitch kin to Jeffery way she eat a man
Gettin' guap with the mob
We some businessmen
Run it up, run it up
We bout them dividends
FiHunnit fivever
Just mob, I'on need a friend
Got my own motion, that Wotion, I'on need a trend
Walk down yo' block swinging sticks
Wody Jeter man
Throwing crosses?
Nail ya' to it like Jesus man
When it's up, it's stuck
We spin like a ceiling fan
Think that bitch kin to Jeffery way she eat a man
Writer: DuShun Poindexter
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid