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Droppa on tha beat
Bass knock ya out ya seat
If ya on my team
Go an lace up ya cleats
Hit the field, Hut Hut Hike
Then I throw it deep
Like Drew Brees
You know i bring that f*ckin heat
Hoes on my dick
You know they suckin like a leach
Make em leak kick em out
Then i wash the sheets
Hit the streets Maybe go an hit the beach
Pick a car any car man i got a fleet
Summer time Vibes
Bitch don't kill em
K-Kill on the mic
Bout to cop another million
If you really wanna know
You can ask me how I'm feelin
Im higher then the clouds
Muthaf*cka Im chillin
I don't break hearts
I just steal em
They got a hole in they soul
I spread em wide and i fill em
They call me doctor love
I do my best to heal em
But never do em dirty
I never been a villain
Last action hero
Cut straight from a movie
Selling out these shows
They pay to watch how I do me
Back stage groupies
Salute me then do they duty
Take me on a wild ride
Secure both hands on the booty
They stead sendin nudies
Seem over dressed in a two piece
But I can't complain
If they got choices and they choose me
Living life so loose leaf
Spending paper so loosely
I stay so fresh
And you stay looking goofy
We steady clownin so they call us it
A real freak show
You know we keep it f*ckin lit
You wanna set it off
You can meet my main bitch
.45 cal cock it back and i chamber it
Nah thats enough of the nonsense
Its no way to live enough of the violence
Get back in the lab
Spit the rhymes like a science
Get the bag
And live life larger then a giant
Fee fye foh fum
Drink rum go dumb
Pre game hit the club
Summer nights having fun
Fee fye foh fum
Living life how we want
Pre game hit the club
Summer nights having fun
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Droppa on tha beat
Bass knock ya out ya seat
If ya on my team
Go an lace up ya cleats
Hit the field, Hut Hut Hike
Then I throw it deep
Like Drew Brees
You know i bring that f*ckin heat
Hoes on my dick
You know they suckin like a leach
Make em leak kick em out
Then i wash the sheets
Hit the streets Maybe go an hit the beach
Pick a car any car man i got a fleet
Summer time Vibes
Bitch don't kill em
K-Kill on the mic
Bout to cop another million
If you really wanna know
You can ask me how I'm feelin
Im higher then the clouds
Muthaf*cka Im chillin
I don't break hearts
I just steal em
They got a hole in they soul
I spread em wide and i fill em
They call me doctor love
I do my best to heal em
But never do em dirty
I never been a villain
Last action hero
Cut straight from a movie
Selling out these shows
They pay to watch how I do me
Back stage groupies
Salute me then do they duty
Take me on a wild ride
Secure both hands on the booty
They stead sendin nudies
Seem over dressed in a two piece
But I can't complain
If they got choices and they choose me
Living life so loose leaf
Spending paper so loosely
I stay so fresh
And you stay looking goofy
We steady clownin so they call us it
A real freak show
You know we keep it f*ckin lit
You wanna set it off
You can meet my main bitch
.45 cal cock it back and i chamber it
Nah thats enough of the nonsense
Its no way to live enough of the violence
Get back in the lab
Spit the rhymes like a science
Get the bag
And live life larger then a giant
Fee fye foh fum
Drink rum go dumb
Pre game hit the club
Summer nights having fun
Fee fye foh fum
Living life how we want
Pre game hit the club
Summer nights having fun
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Writer: FRAISER ABS, KENNETH ROBERT MICHAEL GERIETS
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