I know your the one for mee
Everything I ever want and neeed
Ya whatever
Ya whatever
Pop me a bean
Take uh shot of that jack
Lil baby I'm on
Pull up on the scene
They know I'm the man
I can't do no wrong
38 wit a beam
That's a 38 special
If I get em
If I hit em then he gone
Somethin yunky by my dick
One shot'll leave a dent
You can't duck it
If Im aimin at ya dome
Told her
I don't want the pussy
I just want the throat
Baby gimme top
Until her jaw broke
I don't want a half
I want a whole boat
Pass em out
Like skittles
We can all float
I don't want a drum
I want a drum set
Get the Whole hood strapped
Nd Leave yo block wet
I don't want a car
I want a fleet of trucks
Send em down the road
And get them digits up
I don't want a house
I want the whole block
Put my family in position
Then set up shop
I don't want a Bitch
I want a go Getter
Type to bring me back the money
When it's time for dinner
Gimme my money
Stupid
Dummy
Run it up
I'm tryna get them numbers up
Sack heavy
Bout to bust
I don't want the fame
I just want the money
Ironic how bitches Really Really on me
Ooh shitty
I'm in the worlds biggest little city
Wit a
Bad bitch
Ass thick
Top notch
That Bitch//
Gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
Baby suck that shit till she get hiccups
I dont do the dougie I don't like to dance
Hammer on me you can call me hammer pants
Up the blower on you
Make you do the runnin man
Blow a nigga brain toss him in the
Mini van
Back to Minnesota
I go hiking with the vikings
Spot a cliff and throw you over
Shit be colder North Polar
Catch a nigga in the kitchen
Posted with the baking soda
Whip powder Color yola
I be chasin after chicken
In the way I'll run you over
Beep beep
Better get out my way
Chasin Duckets I ain't got no time to play
Count a hunnid
Blow a hunnid in a day
Then pop a molly
Drink a drink to celebrate
Damn life's Great
Ya life's Good
Wake up In the mornin
Roll a pack uh backwoods
Then I hit the road
Money time I gotta go
When I hit the block
It sound like Geronimo
Fee Fi Foe
Foe Five One
Lil Alvin
Back up on the block wit a gun
Alvin Berkeley - I Know Lyrics
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I know your the one for mee
Everything I ever want and neeed
Ya whatever
Ya whatever
Pop me a bean
Take uh shot of that jack
Lil baby I'm on
Pull up on the scene
They know I'm the man
I can't do no wrong
38 wit a beam
That's a 38 special
If I get em
If I hit em then he gone
Somethin yunky by my dick
One shot'll leave a dent
You can't duck it
If Im aimin at ya dome
Told her
I don't want the pussy
I just want the throat
Baby gimme top
Until her jaw broke
I don't want a half
I want a whole boat
Pass em out
Like skittles
We can all float
I don't want a drum
I want a drum set
Get the Whole hood strapped
Nd Leave yo block wet
I don't want a car
I want a fleet of trucks
Send em down the road
And get them digits up
I don't want a house
I want the whole block
Put my family in position
Then set up shop
I don't want a Bitch
I want a go Getter
Type to bring me back the money
When it's time for dinner
Gimme my money
Stupid
Dummy
Run it up
I'm tryna get them numbers up
Sack heavy
Bout to bust
I don't want the fame
I just want the money
Ironic how bitches Really Really on me
Ooh shitty
I'm in the worlds biggest little city
Wit a
Bad bitch
Ass thick
Top notch
That Bitch//
Gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
Baby suck that shit till she get hiccups
I dont do the dougie I don't like to dance
Hammer on me you can call me hammer pants
Up the blower on you
Make you do the runnin man
Blow a nigga brain toss him in the
Mini van
Back to Minnesota
I go hiking with the vikings
Spot a cliff and throw you over
Shit be colder North Polar
Catch a nigga in the kitchen
Posted with the baking soda
Whip powder Color yola
I be chasin after chicken
In the way I'll run you over
Beep beep
Better get out my way
Chasin Duckets I ain't got no time to play
Count a hunnid
Blow a hunnid in a day
Then pop a molly
Drink a drink to celebrate
Damn life's Great
Ya life's Good
Wake up In the mornin
Roll a pack uh backwoods
Then I hit the road
Money time I gotta go
When I hit the block
It sound like Geronimo
Fee Fi Foe
Foe Five One
Lil Alvin
Back up on the block wit a gun
Everything I ever want and neeed
Ya whatever
Ya whatever
Pop me a bean
Take uh shot of that jack
Lil baby I'm on
Pull up on the scene
They know I'm the man
I can't do no wrong
38 wit a beam
That's a 38 special
If I get em
If I hit em then he gone
Somethin yunky by my dick
One shot'll leave a dent
You can't duck it
If Im aimin at ya dome
Told her
I don't want the pussy
I just want the throat
Baby gimme top
Until her jaw broke
I don't want a half
I want a whole boat
Pass em out
Like skittles
We can all float
I don't want a drum
I want a drum set
Get the Whole hood strapped
Nd Leave yo block wet
I don't want a car
I want a fleet of trucks
Send em down the road
And get them digits up
I don't want a house
I want the whole block
Put my family in position
Then set up shop
I don't want a Bitch
I want a go Getter
Type to bring me back the money
When it's time for dinner
Gimme my money
Stupid
Dummy
Run it up
I'm tryna get them numbers up
Sack heavy
Bout to bust
I don't want the fame
I just want the money
Ironic how bitches Really Really on me
Ooh shitty
I'm in the worlds biggest little city
Wit a
Bad bitch
Ass thick
Top notch
That Bitch//
Gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
Baby suck that shit till she get hiccups
I dont do the dougie I don't like to dance
Hammer on me you can call me hammer pants
Up the blower on you
Make you do the runnin man
Blow a nigga brain toss him in the
Mini van
Back to Minnesota
I go hiking with the vikings
Spot a cliff and throw you over
Shit be colder North Polar
Catch a nigga in the kitchen
Posted with the baking soda
Whip powder Color yola
I be chasin after chicken
In the way I'll run you over
Beep beep
Better get out my way
Chasin Duckets I ain't got no time to play
Count a hunnid
Blow a hunnid in a day
Then pop a molly
Drink a drink to celebrate
Damn life's Great
Ya life's Good
Wake up In the mornin
Roll a pack uh backwoods
Then I hit the road
Money time I gotta go
When I hit the block
It sound like Geronimo
Fee Fi Foe
Foe Five One
Lil Alvin
Back up on the block wit a gun
Writer: Isiah Hill
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid