Knock me in ya Beamer
This is that either
The shit you listen to
When you're bout to roll ya refer
Back seat creeping
Loading up the street sweepers
Aint been to church since Easter
Grandma said a nigga need Jesus
I replied, I think he with me believe it
My temper get warm and my heart goes anemic
But I'm cooling with Gina, she got Serena
So I subpoenaed the dress
To slide up and go between them
I'm seeing all these G-Money niggas be needing Nino
Everybody got the metal, hope you know I'm Magneto
I'll chew apart ya ass like a frito
No synthetic bud my marijuana illegal
My aroma in the breeze
I'm clean ready to mingle
Looking like something you'd sell
Go and write me a jingle
Feeling faded baby
Go and work for them singles
I'm a Ace'r lady,
I don't think you should king em
They screaming f*ck me
I'm saying f*ck pussy
I'm yelling get money
Got my whole clique with me
A few chicks with us
Nah homie she aint missing
We in to living life for a living
I tell em I gets busy
Busy, busy I gets busy, busy, busy
I gets busy all my bitches saying
Get it, get it
I'm getting busy all my bitches saying
Get it, get it
Busy
This will only take a moment
You should hold it, little wody
I be ripping up the beats like the
Shirts on Hulk Hogan
And all the people know it
So a few think they know me
I been feeling kind of lonely
Since the death of big homie
Still have the women cheesing
The laid back macaroni
He phony he talking through the wire McNulty
Marlo on to these niggas, off the Co-de
Baby boy life real, I know about 20 Jody's
And petty thieving niggas that I used to call my homies
And I was friendly proven Yogi
Sipping Fiji water, knocking
Fugee's kill em softly
How long you going to ignore
Me
I've been salty , cause they're faulty
And I Mayweather'd the Moseley
Get em off me
Thinking that these rappers f*cking with me
I'm insulted my confidence ain't got no off switch
Rolling up grams to clear my conscience
They screaming f*ck me
I'm saying f*ck pussy
I'm yelling get money
Got my whole clique with me
A few chicks with us
Nah homie she aint missing
We in to living life for a living
I tell em I gets busy
Busy, busy I gets busy, busy, busy
I gets busy all my bitches saying
Get it, get it
I'm getting busy all my bitches saying
Get it, get it
Busy
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Knock me in ya Beamer
This is that either
The shit you listen to
When you're bout to roll ya refer
Back seat creeping
Loading up the street sweepers
Aint been to church since Easter
Grandma said a nigga need Jesus
I replied, I think he with me believe it
My temper get warm and my heart goes anemic
But I'm cooling with Gina, she got Serena
So I subpoenaed the dress
To slide up and go between them
I'm seeing all these G-Money niggas be needing Nino
Everybody got the metal, hope you know I'm Magneto
I'll chew apart ya ass like a frito
No synthetic bud my marijuana illegal
My aroma in the breeze
I'm clean ready to mingle
Looking like something you'd sell
Go and write me a jingle
Feeling faded baby
Go and work for them singles
I'm a Ace'r lady,
I don't think you should king em
They screaming f*ck me
I'm saying f*ck pussy
I'm yelling get money
Got my whole clique with me
A few chicks with us
Nah homie she aint missing
We in to living life for a living
I tell em I gets busy
Busy, busy I gets busy, busy, busy
I gets busy all my bitches saying
Get it, get it
I'm getting busy all my bitches saying
Get it, get it
Busy
This will only take a moment
You should hold it, little wody
I be ripping up the beats like the
Shirts on Hulk Hogan
And all the people know it
So a few think they know me
I been feeling kind of lonely
Since the death of big homie
Still have the women cheesing
The laid back macaroni
He phony he talking through the wire McNulty
Marlo on to these niggas, off the Co-de
Baby boy life real, I know about 20 Jody's
And petty thieving niggas that I used to call my homies
And I was friendly proven Yogi
Sipping Fiji water, knocking
Fugee's kill em softly
How long you going to ignore
Me
I've been salty , cause they're faulty
And I Mayweather'd the Moseley
Get em off me
Thinking that these rappers f*cking with me
I'm insulted my confidence ain't got no off switch
Rolling up grams to clear my conscience
They screaming f*ck me
I'm saying f*ck pussy
I'm yelling get money
Got my whole clique with me
A few chicks with us
Nah homie she aint missing
We in to living life for a living
I tell em I gets busy
Busy, busy I gets busy, busy, busy
I gets busy all my bitches saying
Get it, get it
I'm getting busy all my bitches saying
Get it, get it
Busy
This is that either
The shit you listen to
When you're bout to roll ya refer
Back seat creeping
Loading up the street sweepers
Aint been to church since Easter
Grandma said a nigga need Jesus
I replied, I think he with me believe it
My temper get warm and my heart goes anemic
But I'm cooling with Gina, she got Serena
So I subpoenaed the dress
To slide up and go between them
I'm seeing all these G-Money niggas be needing Nino
Everybody got the metal, hope you know I'm Magneto
I'll chew apart ya ass like a frito
No synthetic bud my marijuana illegal
My aroma in the breeze
I'm clean ready to mingle
Looking like something you'd sell
Go and write me a jingle
Feeling faded baby
Go and work for them singles
I'm a Ace'r lady,
I don't think you should king em
They screaming f*ck me
I'm saying f*ck pussy
I'm yelling get money
Got my whole clique with me
A few chicks with us
Nah homie she aint missing
We in to living life for a living
I tell em I gets busy
Busy, busy I gets busy, busy, busy
I gets busy all my bitches saying
Get it, get it
I'm getting busy all my bitches saying
Get it, get it
Busy
This will only take a moment
You should hold it, little wody
I be ripping up the beats like the
Shirts on Hulk Hogan
And all the people know it
So a few think they know me
I been feeling kind of lonely
Since the death of big homie
Still have the women cheesing
The laid back macaroni
He phony he talking through the wire McNulty
Marlo on to these niggas, off the Co-de
Baby boy life real, I know about 20 Jody's
And petty thieving niggas that I used to call my homies
And I was friendly proven Yogi
Sipping Fiji water, knocking
Fugee's kill em softly
How long you going to ignore
Me
I've been salty , cause they're faulty
And I Mayweather'd the Moseley
Get em off me
Thinking that these rappers f*cking with me
I'm insulted my confidence ain't got no off switch
Rolling up grams to clear my conscience
They screaming f*ck me
I'm saying f*ck pussy
I'm yelling get money
Got my whole clique with me
A few chicks with us
Nah homie she aint missing
We in to living life for a living
I tell em I gets busy
Busy, busy I gets busy, busy, busy
I gets busy all my bitches saying
Get it, get it
I'm getting busy all my bitches saying
Get it, get it
Busy
Writer: Isaiah Harris
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