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Song: | Who The F Is That |
Album: | AMD | Genres: | Pop |
Year: | 2009 |
Length: | 253 sec |
Lyrics:
I hit the club with a mug so mean got them niggas like 'Who the f*** is that?' Then I hop up out the car so clean got them hoes like 'Who the f*** is that?' Hit da door like right, left, back, forth Yeah I got money n**** that's of course Hit the stage with a b-boi stance The club owner like 'who the f*** is that?' Pull up in something tented, 200 on the dash Ya'll shit rented, I drop cash Watch the doors lift up, this nigga then went mad I'm what you never had some of this some of that Tell that bitch to give me kiss then I smack her on ass Throw a stack at her and laugh This shit to me ain't nothing How much money do you have? That's not up for discussion I be mashin out wih something european on them buttons I been rich since I was 11 My grams look like 7's My killers look like reverends Yea u better count yo blessings Konvict piece around my neck, misdemeanor on my wrist Got a felon on my pinkie got you blinking when it glince I got strippers on a payroll, charges in Diego Ya-yo like it's mayo, don't play around with me pesos You should see the stello, neighborhood nino B***** call me Dolla but these n***** call me d-bo I hit the club with a mug so mean got them niggas like 'Who the f*** is that?' Then I hop up out the car so clean got them hoes like 'Who the f*** is that?' Hit da door like right, left, back, forth Yeah I got money n**** that's of course Hit the stage with a b-boi stance The club owner like 'who the f*** is that?' We the realest niggas that u ever saw Don't make me have to come around and spray at all y'all The world so small, it's big as a golf ball Just like them perfect titties it's pressing against the wall And while we tossing dollars they be staring at my team You wishing that a n**** had looking so clean Track jacket on my back looking mint green Hanging off my ass is some Konvict jeans Your no longer better, your in alot of cheddar No matter how ya look at it bet I can do it better No need to lookin' better like a glass of amaretto Got a little vendetta then bring out the heavy metal Pull up on that trigger like I'm pulling on these hoes After magic city n**** anything goes So impatient can't wait til club close I'll be in the lambo parked outside the do' I hit the club with a mug so mean got them niggas like 'Who the f*** is that?' Then I hop up out the car so clean got them hoes like 'Who the f*** is that?' Hit da door like right, left, back, forth Yeah I got money n**** that's of course Hit the stage with a b-boi stance The club owner like 'who the f*** is that?' I'm shining like a m*********** VVS is blanking Steve Urkle by the ton, that purple steady stankin You talking yo the deckin' I got swag I got juice See me in that Bentley coupe right from runnin shoot You be running when I shoot, I be shooting when you running 'Kon got me out the streets told me 'Dolla get the money' Now I'm the club stuntin' like 'la la la la' Laughing at these clown niggas like 'ha ha ha ha' Look you fucking with a winner, stripping lobster for dinner Veteran in the game, you other n***** just beginners In my d-boi stance 'bout to pop a rubber band Fuck that fighting in the club you n***** f***** up my plans I'm tryna get a dance, her name, and her number Take her to the telly get some brain in the hummer You niggas make it rain, but Dolla make it thunder Album coming soon b**** get ready for the summer I hit the club with a mug so mean got them niggas like 'Who the f*** is that?' Then I hop up out the car so clean got them hoes like 'Who the f*** is that?' Hit da door like right, left, back, forth Yeah I got money n**** that's of course Hit the stage with a b-boi stance The club owner like 'who the f*** is that?' Ain't nothin' for me to come through and shut the club down Walk through the club me and mug haters down Drop a stack at the bar, a hundred Louis thirteen Posted up camouflage down to my feet, feet They lookin' at me like, who is, who is he? I straighten up yo boy, he raised in the streets My name's Ramone and you can spell it when I step in yo room Take VI, Chevy go zoom I hit the club with a mug so mean got them niggas like 'Who the f*** is that?' Then I hop up out the car so clean got them hoes like 'Who the f*** is that?' Hit da door like right, left, back, forth Yeah I got money n**** that's of course Hit the stage with a b-boi stance The club owner like 'who the f*** is that?'
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