I ride it They love the way I ride the beat like a motherfucking freak And I won't stop, don't stop, get it, get it I'ma pitch it down the middle, baby, hit it, hit
can't hang it's an awful thing Such an awful thing It's okay, it's alright We came to put the boogie in your body tonight Don't be scared, don't be
air It's a new form of macking, don't be old fashioned Update your passion Only reason why I be eye chattin' It's when it's time for some action I wanna hit
I can hit you chick from a distance I ain't [Incomprehensible] quite it, she probably wanted to hit it I got a lotta money that don't mean that I'm a
out your pipe turn out your lights and leave your wife lie me down on my back but don't let my Timberlands clap hit it up like its Wimbeldon don't
out your pipe Turn out your lights and leave your wife Lay me down on my back But don't let my Timberlands clap Hit it up like it's Wimbledon Don't spare
But the light of day was on them They could see the thrashers coming And the water shone Like diamonds in the dew And I was just gettin' up Hit the
something else? When I left in silence Don't let the shadows reach me (Don't let the shadows reach me) Don't let the shadows swallow the light while
, Black? I'm beyond that The mic, how I strike it, got 'em dialin' psychics Roll with minds, don't give a fuck if you don't like it With niggas that'
hit me said I seen you with them hoes but I'm turnt up so a n-gga lost his phone I gotta find a freak take her home hit the light like uhhhh same day
time again, woah again I see you waiting Lonesome, lonely I see you waiting I see you waiting Well, this is not for real, afraid to feel I just hit the floor, don't
ratted him in What kind of nigga keep his mind on his money Music, not bitches at all, we don't love them hoes That kind of nigga that don't care about
Blunts don't don't rhyme with Oprah Winfr' troop Who cares what rhymes with it long As the funk pump through my Benz truck Now you know you don't own
Ladies is jumpin', niggaz is thumpin' Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin' 'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here And you know, I don't care
the father from the hill to harbor You know tha saga, marijuana blunts and Goldschlager With deadly medley, y'all ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie Don't
Is time to ease off Before I hit you from the blind side Taking your sleeves off As much as we's lost Still hard to please boss Don't be lying And crying
hit me when you're leaving the club Don't put them panties on, girl you ain't gonna need 'em 'Cause I promise I'd be tearing it up 'Cause we don't make
's time to ease off Before I hit you from the blindside takin your sleeves off As much as we's floss, still hard to please boss Don't be lyin bitchin