And there'll never be another nigga like you Put your foot on these motherfuckers' necks Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low
, same nigga got shit Loon ain't no lame, Loon never gossip Nigga Loon in the game 'cause Loon got some hot shit Sick of you cats screaming out block shit I done
this from me Ain't shit funny, shake it honey Take it money, now let's get it Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal Front
There's too many things I haven't done yet There's too many sunsets I haven't seen You can't waste the day wishing it'd slow down You would have thought
ha! That's funny, I don't care who you are! Hey, enjoy this song by Cowboy Troy, a good buddy of mine! Git-R-Done! By God, Troy, GIT-R-DONE! [Big & Rich
got a posse who's airtight, quick to fight And got the power to continue or end the night And if you stepped on wrong, then you're a done kid The yellow
Larceny Grand Larceny Grand Larceny I lay low for a show and then I go Steal the motherfucker then we count the dough It's kinda like robbin' but it's legally done
the dancefloor Cause I'm back to rock for you once more I don't worry about what he said or she said As long as what's said-said is done-done in my bed
silly raps for you, tryin' to distract you In disguise, in the form of a favor The Barzini me, watch for the traitors I done seen it all, done it all
Every woman, yeah Every woman Gotta limit yeah Sang with me girl Ladies, have you ever had a man who push you when you low You wanna stay out at night
I done cut the braids, low cut, got my grown on Had a system label young money, money long long I be so L.A. got my chucks and my Locs on I was in
I done cut the braids, low cut, got my grown on Had a system label gettin money, money long long I be so L.A. got my chucks and my Locs on I was in MIA
kindly And I aint tryin' to flatter you, but I think you're the finest Damn, you getting thick, I hope you don't go on a diet I done bought you some
't buy shit, like I barely hold the door open Every time I say this, it always get her one more When it's time for taxes, a nigga gon' be done for Break
with my head down low Where the sky can't rain on me anymore Don't knock on my door 'cause I won't come I'm hidin' from the storm 'til the damage gets done
Sixteen, sixteen minutes left, better get it done Sixteen, sixteen, sixteen more minutes, get ready, game on Sixteen, sixteen, sixteen minutes left,
play Me come for murder them on the cowboy way Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way, me make way Oh no, me flow so dark and me hat so low Me
thats perfect, im in the hood from Kas City to Jersey, i know they with it, i seen it, girl you can git it, they wanna get low low low low, for dough