Off Tha Porch
Fuck these things
Man, look at them niggas, they lookin' just as seen in the picture
Oh, there she down, then you could be on the portrait
Yeah, that's that nigga, man, you gotta come to see him to get you, bro
Man, you get it, you got it, man, man, fuck that nigga and anyone helpin' him, nigga
What's up, Black? What's at it, dawg? Whoa, what's up? What's up, dawg?
What's at it? What's it, dawg?
Yeah, you kissin' that ugly big fan, huh? (What, what did you say?)
I said that you ridiin' that big body Benz, huh? (Fo' sure)
Yeah, man, man, man, motherfuck you (what?)
I said my sister, Tam, he love you (tell her I love her back too)
Yeah, you know, I'ma take care of one of these motherfuckin' kids
And I'ma bitch your ass, nigga
Oh, look at 'em motherfuckin' racket
Look ahead, them all nice, chill, and crime over there, man
Look at that shit, y'all saw what these drolls at, man
Hey, dawg, can a nigga get a shirt?
Yeah, keep it, dawg, come on, come, just three, we got some
Ooh, look out, look out, look out, look out, look out
Ooh, guy, you fucked, high budget (fuckin' booty ally!)
I can't believe you fuck out my private Cadillac! (I can handle 'em shirt)
I'ma fuckin' whack one of you bitches! (I could fit it)
I'm gonna whack some fuckin' bodies!
See, bro, see, but I said, you give me some money, I (fuck you!)
Man, fuck you, sup, bro, gimme that shirt
Gimme that shirt, man, I could fit that
Man, look at them niggas, they lookin' just as seen in the picture
Oh, there she down, then you could be on the portrait
Yeah, that's that nigga, man, you gotta come to see him to get you, bro
Man, you get it, you got it, man, man, fuck that nigga and anyone helpin' him, nigga
What's up, Black? What's at it, dawg? Whoa, what's up? What's up, dawg?
What's at it? What's it, dawg?
Yeah, you kissin' that ugly big fan, huh? (What, what did you say?)
I said that you ridiin' that big body Benz, huh? (Fo' sure)
Yeah, man, man, man, motherfuck you (what?)
I said my sister, Tam, he love you (tell her I love her back too)
Yeah, you know, I'ma take care of one of these motherfuckin' kids
And I'ma bitch your ass, nigga
Oh, look at 'em motherfuckin' racket
Look ahead, them all nice, chill, and crime over there, man
Look at that shit, y'all saw what these drolls at, man
Hey, dawg, can a nigga get a shirt?
Yeah, keep it, dawg, come on, come, just three, we got some
Ooh, look out, look out, look out, look out, look out
Ooh, guy, you fucked, high budget (fuckin' booty ally!)
I can't believe you fuck out my private Cadillac! (I can handle 'em shirt)
I'ma fuckin' whack one of you bitches! (I could fit it)
I'm gonna whack some fuckin' bodies!
See, bro, see, but I said, you give me some money, I (fuck you!)
Man, fuck you, sup, bro, gimme that shirt
Gimme that shirt, man, I could fit that
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Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Christopher N Dorsey, Byron O Thomas, Terius Gray, Tab Virgil
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