your brain hit the pan Sean from Detroit Lupe from Chicago land But both of our chains say made in Japan German engineers design both of the sedans Ride with Mr. Right on time Or stay Miss
hit the pan Sean from Detroit, Lupe from Chicago land But both of our chains say made in Japan German engineers designed both of the Sedans Ride with Mr. right on time, or stay Miss
before them You got a nephew? Well, go support him! You got some nieces, make sure that you adore them I miss mine, cause I'm always out here touring Or
same time, synchronized swimmers Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when ya twist her Never met the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I missed her Life
, iYiYi Missing you, missing you Every moment that is stolen, it can never be replaced, iYiYi Even if it's for a day, iYiYi I'ma text you up to say, iYiYi Missing
I'm a man in the wild And the wild is the best I digress, This might just be hit or miss My intentions all summer Have certainly just been miss Maintain
waist, the next thing you know we hit the floor, two days from now you'll be my chick, two weeks from now I'll make you famous, two months from now you'll be my Miss
man, half drugs Ask the clubs, Bad Boy, that's whassup After bucks, crush cruise after us No gaze, we ain't laughin' much Nothin' but big thangs, check the hit
there Yeah, yeah uh huh Yo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter It goes into my mind as just chit-chatter You may say, I have a ego, or just
neck wit this bottle Get in the Eldorado And break from this bitch at full throttle You like fuckin' fashion models? That only waddle with cats that flash stacks Or
my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit
been to jail or shot, sold rocks I'm talkin' 'bout weight down like movin' ki's and pounds But every nigga in the hood ain't fly Light-skinned or dark
in it, hit the gas and mash Through the land of the hardcore hoes and cash Jackers and robbers, hustlers and clockers Everybody'll squeal, take the L or
Liquid, solid, gas, we'll be kickin' ass In any form, or matter, or mass This ain't science class, I know but it's science From the rhyme boss of the
mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook Want some of me? You're on a mission Bad move, you end up missin [
bitch I need, ha, ya heard? New shit yo, you know you tell me when you want some half of Miss Shorty, right? You want the bitch to give you some brains or
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. [Intro] This goes out to all you ladies out there. A lot of you won't grow up to be lawyers or doctors,