My style cant be duplicated or recycled This chick is a sick individual Sick tape vol. 2 Believe it Ho� Ho� Let me switch up the game
I drink that cognac Step back cause I might put it on ya I go deep so deep till you sleep Count sheep wake you from fucking all week You dont to have to show ya How freakish I act when im not sober Whut up & tow up sho nuff I aint scared to take it off (tell the freak to take it off) Tipsy & I feel good (feel good) Black dudes got big woods Into I do it I dun it If you really really want it then nigga stop frontin Boy you know im your type (your type) 5 2 and wear my jeans real tight My curves they swerve so superb My words my word and I came to slurr it
We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this (run this) Oh, oh, oh, It dont matter where you from its where you at & if you came to freak-a-leak you better bring your hat East coast, west coast, down south Represent your coast Yea we run it Yea we run it Yall dont want it Cause my coast run it Oh We run this shit We run this shit
Wanna pull my hair Break my back Put it right money might sit in ya lap Back to back you cant even keep track Its a fact freaks like to get slap Suck my toes & then a back rub I dont come to do it I just wanna be touched Look at how yall are makin me blush got enough to go round ? Wanna run that tush in a bush Dont my diamonds look real good & they shine so hard that it glitters Too many carats they look like critters & we can do it all night Take a flashlight you see up in my windpipe I like the up in your height I wanna know can you handle the might
We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this (run this) Oh, oh, oh, It dont matter where you from its where you at & if you came to freak-a-leak you better bring your hat East coast, west coast, down south Represent your coast Yea we run it Yea we run it Yall dont want it Cause my coast run it Oh We run this shit We run this shit
Any hustlas in the party yall (hell yea) If you a pimp let me see you party hard (hell yea) Oh strippers take your clothes off (hell yea) Yall superstars You dont need no bodyguards (hell yea)
I roll hard a lot of rappers say I say im way too hard Pull up to the club in a rental car Where the freaks at Them freaks at the bar Where the hard the hard drinks are Dont start You dont want beef Dont take it that far With a superstar I got my foot on the clutch See me bounce my butt Misdemeanor too much & I dont give a fuck
We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this (run this) Oh, oh, oh, It dont matter where you from its where you at & if you came to freak-a-leak you better bring your hat We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this (run this) Oh, oh, oh Represent your coast & act like you know Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do�Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
