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Letra : Kimbo Slice
Ayy
One more word, I'ma call Joog Knight, huh, that’s my mans
Boy, he'll beat a n***a ass like Kimbo Slice, huh, he got hands
TSA frisked me, they said I got something in my jeans, uh, big bands
Baby girl on me a little too trunky for me, damn, call Lance
You be talking big, ain't down for the ride
Feeling like the Mafia when we go mob
I be with some killers, I be really outside
Shoot him out the driver’s seat and let him ghost-ride
Sing to the women, I'm fat Maxwell
Man wanna see me in a big black cell
He was in the life like Johnny Manziel
'Til they hit him up like Blu Cantrell
n***as send hate from their b*t*h house, huh
I'm in Hollywood in the penthouse, huh
Baby girl mad that I won't f**k her
I don't give d**k on a discount, damn
Funny how I'm eating more than I ever ate, but you check a n***a plate and I slimmed down, uh
If you owe me money, better skip town, look
n***as getting frisked extra down, huh
Facts
One more word, I'ma call Joog Knight, huh, that’s my mans
Boy, he’ll beat a n***a ass like Kimbo Slice, huh, he got hands
TSA frisked me, they said I got something in my jeans, uh, big bands
Baby girl on me a little too trunky for me, damn, call Lance (Facts)
Dirty Ls
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers on my tail
Spinning corners
Dirty Ls
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers on my tail
On my tail
Dirty Ls
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers on my tail
Spinning corners
Dirty Ls
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers on my tail
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers— (Look)
Ayy, we in a breeze
Lonestar boy like Vietnamese
Beat a n***a ass like a young Mike Tyson
You a Roy Jones Jr., n***a, weak in the knees
Put some bass in your voice when you speaking to me
I ain't tripping ’less somebody give me reason to be
You ain't tough like you talk and I'm very certain
You a Tweeting n***a, you a scary Persian
With the inside scoop, but never in person
Ring-side head-ass, Larry Merchant
You a Howard Cosell, walking folk tale
Halfway gangster, sh*t look wholesale, huh
Wishing on the star it go well, huh
'Til somebody like us had enough of it
Sock a n***a in the neck for the f**k of it
Beat a n***a nickname off, what’s his government?
One more word, I'ma call Joog Knight, huh, that's my mans
Boy, he'll beat a n***a ass like Kimbo Slice, huh, he got hands
TSA frisked me, they said I got something in my jeans, uh, big bands
Baby girl on me a little too trunky for me, damn, call Lance (Facts)
Dirty Ls
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers on my tail
Spinning corners
Dirty Ls
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers on my tail
On my tail
Dirty Ls
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers on my tail
Spinning corners
Dirty Ls
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers on my tail
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers—
One more word, I'ma call Joog Knight, huh, that’s my mans
Boy, he'll beat a n***a ass like Kimbo Slice, huh, he got hands
TSA frisked me, they said I got something in my jeans, uh, big bands
Baby girl on me a little too trunky for me, damn, call Lance
You be talking big, ain't down for the ride
Feeling like the Mafia when we go mob
I be with some killers, I be really outside
Shoot him out the driver’s seat and let him ghost-ride
Sing to the women, I'm fat Maxwell
Man wanna see me in a big black cell
He was in the life like Johnny Manziel
'Til they hit him up like Blu Cantrell
n***as send hate from their b*t*h house, huh
I'm in Hollywood in the penthouse, huh
Baby girl mad that I won't f**k her
I don't give d**k on a discount, damn
Funny how I'm eating more than I ever ate, but you check a n***a plate and I slimmed down, uh
If you owe me money, better skip town, look
n***as getting frisked extra down, huh
Facts
One more word, I'ma call Joog Knight, huh, that’s my mans
Boy, he’ll beat a n***a ass like Kimbo Slice, huh, he got hands
TSA frisked me, they said I got something in my jeans, uh, big bands
Baby girl on me a little too trunky for me, damn, call Lance (Facts)
Dirty Ls
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers on my tail
Spinning corners
Dirty Ls
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers on my tail
On my tail
Dirty Ls
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers on my tail
Spinning corners
Dirty Ls
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers on my tail
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers— (Look)
Ayy, we in a breeze
Lonestar boy like Vietnamese
Beat a n***a ass like a young Mike Tyson
You a Roy Jones Jr., n***a, weak in the knees
Put some bass in your voice when you speaking to me
I ain't tripping ’less somebody give me reason to be
You ain't tough like you talk and I'm very certain
You a Tweeting n***a, you a scary Persian
With the inside scoop, but never in person
Ring-side head-ass, Larry Merchant
You a Howard Cosell, walking folk tale
Halfway gangster, sh*t look wholesale, huh
Wishing on the star it go well, huh
'Til somebody like us had enough of it
Sock a n***a in the neck for the f**k of it
Beat a n***a nickname off, what’s his government?
One more word, I'ma call Joog Knight, huh, that's my mans
Boy, he'll beat a n***a ass like Kimbo Slice, huh, he got hands
TSA frisked me, they said I got something in my jeans, uh, big bands
Baby girl on me a little too trunky for me, damn, call Lance (Facts)
Dirty Ls
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers on my tail
Spinning corners
Dirty Ls
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers on my tail
On my tail
Dirty Ls
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers on my tail
Spinning corners
Dirty Ls
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers on my tail
Whip that b*t*h like I feel rollers—
