breakdown
Why you wanna fucc with me
You think I ain't s'posed to have my hands and My dicc out
You ain't tryna take care of me
Shit move out the way
I ain't tryna even hear about it
I got no time to be spending time
If ain't all about a dime baby why would We waste time
You see this thang on my waistline
That mean these niggas out here trippin'
Got no time to be doing time
Fucc it
Jump in the buccet
Push pedal and push
My Nike on the pedal
Chanel and this Cush
That's what it smell like when you hop in this Whip
My strap on my lap and yo hoe on my dicc
I'ma G til the day I die
Smooth criminal
Big playa shit like Big Pun
Ice Cube with the bop gun
America's Most Wanted
Muthafucka yeah I'm the one
Tripp Locc
Tripp Locc
I'm bacc in your mental
Right bacc in your frontal
These bitches gon get low
Get low
When I step through the door
Cause they already know
This Blocc Hoggz shit gone keep yo bitch wet
And she ain't scared to show it
She in love with the Crips
But she gone break bread if she tryna fucc with Tripp
And I ain't even playing cuhz I put that on The Crips
Break Down
Breakdown
I use to have love in my heart for a hoe
And just like the city, Cuhz
My shit turned cold
Top notch nigga
Hella high off the dro
My eyes hella low
And I'm smoking some mo
I'm like
Why you wanna fucc with me
You think I ain't s'posed to have my hands and My dicc out
You ain't tryna take care of me
Shit move out the way
I ain't tryna even hear about it
I got no time to be spending time
If ain't all about a dime baby why would We waste time
You see this thang on my waistline
That mean these niggas out here trippin'
Got no time to be doing time
Fucc it
Jump in the buccet
Push pedal and push
My Nike on the pedal
Chanel and this Cush
That's what it smell like when you hop in this Whip
My strap on my lap and yo hoe on my dicc
I'ma G til the day I die
Smooth criminal
Big playa shit like Big Pun
Ice Cube with the bop gun
America's Most Wanted
Muthafucka yeah I'm the one
Tripp Locc
Tripp Locc
I'm bacc in your mental
Right bacc in your frontal
These bitches gon get low
Get low
When I step through the door
Cause they already know
This Blocc Hoggz shit gone keep yo bitch wet
And she ain't scared to show it
She in love with the Crips
But she gone break bread if she tryna fucc with Tripp
And I ain't even playing cuhz I put that on The Crips
Break it down
You think I ain't s'posed to have my hands and My dicc out
You ain't tryna take care of me
Shit move out the way
I ain't tryna even hear about it
I got no time to be spending time
If ain't all about a dime baby why would We waste time
You see this thang on my waistline
That mean these niggas out here trippin'
Got no time to be doing time
Fucc it
Jump in the buccet
Push pedal and push
My Nike on the pedal
Chanel and this Cush
That's what it smell like when you hop in this Whip
My strap on my lap and yo hoe on my dicc
I'ma G til the day I die
Smooth criminal
Big playa shit like Big Pun
Ice Cube with the bop gun
America's Most Wanted
Muthafucka yeah I'm the one
Tripp Locc
Tripp Locc
I'm bacc in your mental
Right bacc in your frontal
These bitches gon get low
Get low
When I step through the door
Cause they already know
This Blocc Hoggz shit gone keep yo bitch wet
And she ain't scared to show it
She in love with the Crips
But she gone break bread if she tryna fucc with Tripp
And I ain't even playing cuhz I put that on The Crips
Break Down
Breakdown
I use to have love in my heart for a hoe
And just like the city, Cuhz
My shit turned cold
Top notch nigga
Hella high off the dro
My eyes hella low
And I'm smoking some mo
I'm like
Why you wanna fucc with me
You think I ain't s'posed to have my hands and My dicc out
You ain't tryna take care of me
Shit move out the way
I ain't tryna even hear about it
I got no time to be spending time
If ain't all about a dime baby why would We waste time
You see this thang on my waistline
That mean these niggas out here trippin'
Got no time to be doing time
Fucc it
Jump in the buccet
Push pedal and push
My Nike on the pedal
Chanel and this Cush
That's what it smell like when you hop in this Whip
My strap on my lap and yo hoe on my dicc
I'ma G til the day I die
Smooth criminal
Big playa shit like Big Pun
Ice Cube with the bop gun
America's Most Wanted
Muthafucka yeah I'm the one
Tripp Locc
Tripp Locc
I'm bacc in your mental
Right bacc in your frontal
These bitches gon get low
Get low
When I step through the door
Cause they already know
This Blocc Hoggz shit gone keep yo bitch wet
And she ain't scared to show it
She in love with the Crips
But she gone break bread if she tryna fucc with Tripp
And I ain't even playing cuhz I put that on The Crips
Break it down
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremiah Gooley
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