league boy I know your beats. You sound bullshitely, you rock . Swearin you to ball, when you know you’re wack. In a studio settin of a reverands track. Boy
cha cha cha cha cha Eh what y’all wannna do Let’s cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha (rah digga): Digga, digga First name rahshea Sweetest
now, and the way we put it down, make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now What'cha really wanna do? Just place your bet, and put'cha money where
do it (WOO) And she like 'Boy, you tha truth' (You tha truth) And he like (yeah) 'Boy, you tha truth' (you tha truth) And she like (hold up) 'Boy, you
These chicks don’t pop like me Uncompatible girl No comparing me And! Ain't none of y’all scarin me Like don't cha wish ya girl was as bad as me yeah
it bump more (c'mon) shake it mami So nice to meet cha' Cause everything about cha' Secures my type and I love it So good to see ya' Cause everything about cha
's good with that, when this song's a rap Deuce in the studio, got bitches in the back Smoked out, backseat, dippin' in the taxi So what'cha gonna
for fun! Ya gotta flicky flicky flick flick flicky flick yo tongue, Ya run it straight across her belly through her cooch and down her bum, You could be the pony boy
Uh!) Headbutt ya, you say you can't touch this And I wouldn't touch ya, in fact motherfuck ya Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough but don
But I ain't surprised It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size You motherfuckin crook You want respect cos you didn't get'cha manhood
I've been waiting all day for ya babe So won't cha come and sit and talk to me And tell me how we're gonna be together always Hope you know when it's
Want To Get With You I Wont Tell A Soal What Were Gonna Do Want To Get My Hands In Your Cacky Pants Techer Techer what cha gonna do? (Techer what cha
he can't with the fuckin seats back Got the paint job tho And the fuckin seats cracked [Chorus] I'm a d-boy Bitch I'm a d-boy Ho I'm a dopeboy I got
middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by Byy-bahda-by-by-by Huh? Nigga, what? Takin' me for a joke, and watch me hurt cha Boys there, they
whole CMR, CMR family (For real!!) [Mannie Fresh] Eeh, what, what What, you got a (?), 'cause of tha threats that you sendin' me? Lil' boy, I got so
baby You get that cooked or that blow you done called a baller If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie what'cha talkin' [Verse 2 - Birdman] So get'cha
'ma need a lawyer and you gon' need a doctor Why? Because... [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Get at 'em we hit 'em up if they rattin' Niggaz ain't fuckin' wit' the boy
(Boy) +Purple Stuff+ - Oh Boy And ya wanna swallow ya - Boy But tomorrow you can (Boy) halla at 'cha - Boy Boy Boy Boy Yes, its the Cash Money - Boy