Yep that's meeeee Soulja Boy Tell 'Em Yep that's meeeee Swish, swish, swish, swish [Jamie Foxx] Hey Ladies (Hey Jamie) You got your Louie Got your Gucci Got your face Got
not carin I don't give a fuck let's play truth or dare And I will play put my dick in your ear So u can fuck wat ya heard I strike another verb And everytime
I got that one Get you one 'coz I got that one Get you one 'coz I got that one Get you one 'coz I got that, got that It's the way she wears her clothes
aiming with my Penis take a swack at it got me playing like venus just seen it, ya touch but ya bet not tease it this east side nigga have ya ass dumb
on glow, glow Pockets on low, low I be On the hot but the bottles be on cold chill Niggas know what's up with me ladies wanna jump on me I'm so fly dat
left flag in my right pockets star track fly, unidentified flying objects extraterrestrial I?m all about my decimels retarded in the booth they say I got
Cough Up A lung Like S Dot Put Hot Sauce On My Bullets Now Ya Flesh Hot Glove Over My Shootin Hand When I feel The Tecks Hot You Niggas On Da Bench Yall
fly shorty to meet Girl like a let me see ya freak The way you're freakin' it is so ya ya Wil'in out in the back 'o my car Girl you got me screamin'
it up you got it Show we what you got, you got it Give it up, give it up you got it Take it off, take it off you got it [K-Ci] Got more than what it
told the motherfucker I'd get him, so what? It ain't like you hot It ain't like we got work, meet me at yo' block It ain't like we won't come through
, hey! Coochie so good, make it hard for you to leave her I'm a playa so even if I'm losin' I never cheat her, uhh Girls, girls, fly girls, yeah, yeah
If the cops in here, I got my glock in here If the glock in here, you know it's gon' get +Hot in Here+ Touch ya soul to sue, like them heat holders do
get ya 20 Don't think it can't happen to you 15 will get ya 20 Don't think it can't happen to you 18 fresh out of school Doin' the right thing playing
right off ya chin. Juicy like a peach Drip right off ya chin. I, I, Im, Im so fly. Yep, im so fly. Chorus: Juicy like a peach Drip right off ya chin
that my numbers wouldn't rise like Nasdaq And gotta re-half that, just pass that We 'gon clash black for playin' the middle like ya ass crack You can ball over here, I play
t got to play My niggas Mac and Diesel Its Yung by the way G5 so I ain't got to wait The most hated on So I ain't got to hate [Chorus] When they see
fla-flag in my right pocket Star Treck fly, unidentified flying objects Extraterrestrial I?m all about my decimals Retarded in the booth, they say I got
Crew got the funky beats And when I see ya, and act like I don't know ya I'm like Missouri 'cause I can show ya Why is my shit so funky it stanks? Pee
