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Yeah
Serious now
Serious
All my
ONE TWO
Line up and
COME THROUGH
I got s**t for all of you to wild out and
DUMB TO
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
This s**t is the jerk
So run your jewels and your ones too
All my girls
WHAT WHAT
I like your whole strut
Bounce and hold your as* out
Make it open and close shut
Watch me bust a whole nut
Right over your whole butt
Slice you down with the d*ck
Just like you was a cold cut
OH fcK
Now watch me dig all in your whole gut
Stuff it like a roast duck
fking packing a toast
WHAT WHAT
What about you slapping the s**t up out ya
Flipmode
We them
And I'ma always shout ya
See how we high rollers
Smoking till we high zoning
on the corner
Clutter the streets in the nights roaming
Now see how we got you open
My hold your post
girls if your riding with me
Let's see who rocks the most
Chorus:
All my (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my and my girls too (What what)
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
Black out in the truck
Until there's no club to come to
All my girls (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my girls and my too (What what)
Bounce and shake your as* out
Break fool and black out
Hit you with some s**t
That will make all y'all just pass out
Know I keep that hot s**t
fk up your block s**t
Have y'all stupid
On some straight c*ck your glock s**t
Everytime we drop s**t
There's no way to stop s**t
Bust y'all ass
Then like to sit back and pop s**t
Yo we bout to lace y'all
Deface the place y'all
With s**t that feel just like
A fking foot in your face y'all
Is you with me?
(HELL YEAH!)
Before I hit y'all
Flipmode be the
That will be sure to split y'all
We will never quit y'all
We won't permit y'all
Whack to come inside
Like they be the s**t y'all
fk THAT!
Yeah you know we blaze
And we wreck shop
Put it down for live
While we watch the next fly
All my pass through
Before we blast you
This s**t so real
I don't have no need to gash you
We will never calm down
We won't put the bombs down
Rep for all my
And we won't put the arms down
(Yeah you know we keep it coming)
Yo people is good for nothing
(Ay yo!)
Hot to death with s**t that always keep you jumping
And rush the dance hall
Until all they as* fall
I make you other corny
Get off the d*mn wall
And then we bless y'all
With the currently fresh y'all
And hit y'all with flavor
Nothing less than the best y'all
Now we see how we got you open
My hold your post
All my girls wylin with me
Let's see who rocks the most
Chorus:
All my (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my and my girls too (What what)
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
Black out in the truck
Until there's no club to come to
All my girls (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my girls and my too (What what)
Bounce and shake your as* out
Break fool and black out
Hit you with some s**t
That will make all y'all just pass out
