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One, two, three, four. bust it
Remix remix
All right, all right
Wag the juvenile
I love that
Where it's town at, ATL at, Miami
Little Haiti, Lauderdale at, y'all hear that New York clap
Y'all hear that New York clap, I say that you gon' do that thing
Boy, please believe, if not, we'll make it hard for you bitches to breathe
One thing about it, coach, she's up up the sleeve
You can skip attack the boys while I'm plucking with trees
Every fast spot I got, I stuff it with G
Fuck a chain and a whip, that'll fuck up my seat
I'd rather ride around in my hoop than blowin' on trees
With two eaters in my lap
Up at 400 degrees, man, fuck juvenile
Nah, nigga, that's my dog, say that shit again, I'll whack all y'all
Get on some mob shit, smack all y'all
Probably get on that rob shit and crack all y'all
I never talk sideways, I put you on the highway
I ain't sweatin' in the thickest hoop I could get on Friday
Catchin' that New York, I ain't runnin' on the drive
On Friday ride with you, tryna gun you down, shootin' at you
Hit that tie, way to pay, yeah, pick that lay, yeah, way to text
Way to mind, way to take, yeah, y'all hear that New York clap
West coast, what's up, y'all hear that New York clap, west side
What's up, way in Y-S, N-J-S, feel it, feel it, G-E-B-A-S, y'all hear that
New York clap, east coast, what's up
Y'all hear that New York clap, east south, what's up
I'm straight holly girl you know that what i'm old school
It's your project like a pullback
Now i told you now you know that you ain't
Welcome here you ain't see i'm gone on my
Door mat so stupid why you ain't abide by that if
I catch you on my watch we're gonna die by that
Right there by them leaves don't lie about it right
Side of that dog doodoo you gonna drive
Like that, this is payback for anyone who ever said that
Look i'm safe with this best don't get
His head packed don't get his face slashed or