Junior
Yea
Woah woah woah woah
HLR shit
Nigga im chasin dead presidents
And im off that gas, turnt up in my element
Yea, its time to do the damn thing
You the type to diss all for a lil name
My swagger down pat, word to Lil Wayne
Like a Nintendo DS, you's a lil game
No Tabasco, bitch I'm saucin
Run up the cake, she wanna lick me like some frostin
Bout my green like I play for Boston
My plug 5 minutes away, nigga awesome
And imma keep dropping, till im in the coffin
Aint no stoppin, given up aint an option
When that pressure on you gon fold
Gotta hold your own in this shit, ten toes
You aint really gettin guap and it shows
Every move I make nigga you aint gotta know
If you gonna ride with me I need your trust
Stay down, come up that's a must
You aint on my team, I aint hoop with you
If you aint down for the cause I can't move with you
Touch down on em, like my name Randy Moss
The line with me you shoulda never crossed
Im tryna make this guap stretch 100 feet long
Can't walk in the field I'm from even with your cleats on
Got a bad bitch, she like when I put that D on her
You be pouring up that bullshit
That's that creek water
Imma shine on em like a fuckin jeweler
Tryna stop my grind what a fuckin loser
When it come to that kush, im a frequent consumer
Niggas aint cut, take your ass to Weenie Hut Juniors
Yea
Woah, woah, woah
Woah
Woah woah woah woah
HLR shit
Nigga im chasin dead presidents
And im off that gas, turnt up in my element
Yea, its time to do the damn thing
You the type to diss all for a lil name
My swagger down pat, word to Lil Wayne
Like a Nintendo DS, you's a lil game
No Tabasco, bitch I'm saucin
Run up the cake, she wanna lick me like some frostin
Bout my green like I play for Boston
My plug 5 minutes away, nigga awesome
And imma keep dropping, till im in the coffin
Aint no stoppin, given up aint an option
When that pressure on you gon fold
Gotta hold your own in this shit, ten toes
You aint really gettin guap and it shows
Every move I make nigga you aint gotta know
If you gonna ride with me I need your trust
Stay down, come up that's a must
You aint on my team, I aint hoop with you
If you aint down for the cause I can't move with you
Touch down on em, like my name Randy Moss
The line with me you shoulda never crossed
Im tryna make this guap stretch 100 feet long
Can't walk in the field I'm from even with your cleats on
Got a bad bitch, she like when I put that D on her
You be pouring up that bullshit
That's that creek water
Imma shine on em like a fuckin jeweler
Tryna stop my grind what a fuckin loser
When it come to that kush, im a frequent consumer
Niggas aint cut, take your ass to Weenie Hut Juniors
Yea
Woah, woah, woah
Woah
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Writer(s): Mista Max
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