gets through My name is Buck but you can call me Icey I keep spillin' Cristal on my white T Don't give a f***, b**** you ain't gotta like me I pop my
stand here, posted in the worst of times Knowing niggaz after me, gonna rehearse my grind I'm not a prophet but I could teach you how to cock it and pop
that you do! Oh baby I got I got to get alone with you just to see what it is what it is that you do! My brain starts to stutter cause you pop up in it
I'm the chick who drops sick flows fill bowls with ill flows Ill ho hell Knows pantyhose holes full of no doz Make your earholes shit pop six Pep Bysmol
freaky niggaz get crunk and don't know how to act I got the sack roll something, pop that 'gnac and po' it Ya fine bitches pop that puss like ya know
bout the H town clutch city the throwdest with them big body slab swangers on the grind and you know this got them buttons and bumper kits them buckles and belts with pop
through a bottle Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goines Birthday, gave her two 50 cent coins Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss Cherry cent, when the princess
, top of the world, top of the mornin to ya top dog That's a top-notch tie ya got, tie it in a knot Till ya eyeballs pop out, so you can actually see
of the line, top of the world top of the morning to you, top dog cause im top notch, tiger tie it in a knot till your eyeballs pop out so you can actually
top of the world, top of the mornin to ya top dawg That's a top notch tie you got, tie it in a knot 'til your eyeballs pop out So you can actually see
line top of the world top of the mornin' to ya top dog that's a top notch tie you got tie it in a knot till your eyeballs pop out so you can actually
it right beother, jump, Gimme the beat then imma make it bump, Tell em wutcha wana hear, damn, lets get cam, Trouble witcha man, imma pop my trunk.
it right brother, jump Gimme the beat then I'mma make it bump Tell 'em wutcha wana hear, damn, let's get cam Trouble witcha man, I'mma pop my trunk
it right beother, jump, gimme the beat then imma make it bump, tell em wutcha wana hear, damn, lets get cam, trouble witcha man, imma pop my trunk.
for you This connect that I tied the other day was for you Yellow tapes, yellow bottles and yellow rocks It's the number one gunner pop-pa-pop-pop Hard
and basic shit, basic shit We can go shoppin' and buy some things Up in Harry Winston ma try some rings I have you feelin' like you was Princess Di So
Mobsta shit, gangsta shit You don't wanna see these murder guys Princess cuts hurt ya eyes Got tha chicks that work them thighs Pull the top back on
I'm getting loochie ass juicy getting a passion fruit You know my click, Deuce Poppie and my nigga Trick The Lost Tribe, Tre-6 and we rolling thick The diamond princess