#Sorty lyrics plus
I'm chillin' in my 4.6 at the light 5 o'clock in the morning, been drinking all night And, plus I'm high, but it ain't over 4 slim bodies scooped me in a wide body Rover Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa For all you R&B so called playas, I'm 'bout to coach ya Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha Tongue all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her It's The Best of Both Worlds, stickin' ya in the "uhhhhhh!!" Put ya hands up like it's money in the air We 'bout to rip these charts like Zorro blade So hot you're gonna need a cold glass of lemonade To all my real live niggas, that shoot dice and play spades In a nice crib, word up, jukin' the Maid On the rizel my nizel, that nigga Jigga is the dizel R. (shorty) Chi-Town we freak the night away (shorty) Miami all the pretty girls (shorty) We know chicks all around the world (shorty) Chi-Town we freak the night away (shorty) Miami all the pretty girls (shorty) We know chicks all around the world (shorty) From New York on to L.A. Shorty, what yo' name is? Shorty, who yo' man is? C'mon and make moves with a dude who move 'caine Like a old man, you know who game this is? Young Hov' Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday Back to L.A This ain't rap, this is real, I could trick a half a mil' In three hours, ma the streets'll be ours (wooooo!!!) Shorty, I got something for you Wouldn't give a chick a dime before, but now I wanna spoil you (Shorty) the trips to the Gucc 'shop, getcha cooch hot How 'bout I do a helipads on the roof top? (Shorty) ya hella rad, you're my rock star shorty Here's my number, shit, you ain't gotta call me (Shorty) From New York on to L.A. Woo!! It's The Best of Both Worlds baby. Kel It's like this, some of y'all niggas got, legs for lips Runnin' ya mouth mad 'cause I, pop that Cris' Go up in 3-10, and cop that six Then roll around with yo' chiiick Some of y'all niggas mad 'cause I drop these hits Thug ass nigga, on some, R&B shit Now that shit done fucked around and, made me rich And, for those of you who don't like it, y'all can suck my "Uhhhh!!" Leadin' honies to my suite like I'm, the pied piper Have they ass hittin' high notes like they Mariah Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire She be like "Wooooooo", and I be like "Wooooooo" When her tides got high, fuck it, I'ma Don Runnin' late for the studio, fuck it, I'm 'bout to come Dress cold at club, fuck it, Air Force I's Said I wouldn't mention Sisqo, fuck it, he's a bum Ali boombaye, hit you with the right hook You be like, "What the fuck was that?" Me and Jigga, we are like the industry's po-po Nigga y'all best shit can't even fuck with our demos Shorty From New York on to L.A.
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