nigga cut the cake I got to eat bitch, like a runaway And y'all niggas ain't eating, stomach ache Okay, all these bitches, and niggas still hating I used to be balling
a cigar, and imma buss it down quick Pass me the purple, make sure that hoe is round and thick Break it down, fill it up, roll it up and light it And
't mean no harm but my diamonds are dumb Plenty rocks on my arm Me and Rocko the Don, East Atlanta the Slum Where I'm from got a gun in the club havin' fun And
I'm sogging it. Pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it. Suplexin it on cement, like I'm on some straight outta compton shit Take this dick and
Meyers And tell that psycho to pass the torch To the whacko before I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern And smash it on his porch, now get off my dick Dick
hottest shit jumping out the coffee pot Man, I'm just tryin' to get my spot like a polka dot Lil' kush make my eyes and my shoulders drop Lil' syrup and
lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it Long as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ's
at? So go get them, we can all be friends [Flo Rida - Verse 1] Hey, bring it on baby, all your friends You're the shit and I love that body You wanna ball
me all the fuck you want, Real niggas fuck with me and I don't give a fuck who don't, Lock the CEO up, And I'm the CEO fuck, Prison in February and I
how to eat her and beat her Niggaz in the Bronx call me Lex 'Cause I push a Lex and I rock a Rolex And I lounge on Lex' and I love sex And I wave techs
coke and a smile I just pick up the motherfuckin' phone and dial I got my condoms in a big ass sack I'm slangin' this dick like a New Jack (Biatch)
'Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive And they say they gonna put one in your helmet 'Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and
and cockblockers Ho-hoppers, weez niggaz is off the rocker Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka With 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Fox's doctor Takin' names and
I'm a P I M P Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all We could really splurge girl, and
' and the bass was shakin' And it won't be long till everybody knowin' That twelve o clock, the roof will be blowin' Drinks on me, up the cups And midnight comin' full thrust And Dick
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get your ass up and let's get ill, that's right y'all We more than rough, we callin' your bluff And
' to the bank, I'm a goof ball It's Y.M. and we at yo' neck like a violin It's our world, we make it spin and y'all the prey, amen Now roger that, roger
Back into the game and they know Rap will never be the same as before Bashing in the brains of these hoes And establishing a name as he goes The passion and