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Yes y'all throw your hands up real Let's see where the people in the is at Where you at L L Busta Rhymes check it out
Two big ballers the juice blending, who? black Ceaser I didn't like the ending Why? 'Cos we two niggas always making Too many million affiliations
Abbreviation, L L, I'm platinum every time, serious Aiyo we serious we experience millions High rolling to the max, extra big
Uh, huh, a third of my deposit buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the closet Take your chickens then take your ex-chickens Shake it for papers hey, now she jump shaking
Gotta on making it high Gotta on making it high Gotta keep on making it Gotta keep on making it
Why you ice-grilling, I'm far a villain Two hundred and twenty pounds, you're half Yo, ice-watery lyrics flow like water You know the rules of the giz-ame, and top billing
Aiyo, I think empty-ass cup needs some refilling Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you illing You know she's willing, 'cos honey's a trekker Clothes coming off jewels in front of Mecca
Aiyo, cock diesel girl, bigger than chubby checker In the process of the jolt she might feel the Black & The reason being, I work my right Handcraft the cake till it's just right
keep on making it high Gotta keep on making it keep on making it high Gotta keep on it high
Just lean left, lean right, front, lean back C'mon, you gotta ride it You gotta it all night baby Shake it, it
Just lean left, lean right, lean front, back shake it, just shake it, c'mon shake it, just break it You gotta it baby, Busta bust Mr. Smith Flip mode yo, let's sing a little for the song
Ladies get up out seat, seat, seat and chill with me, me, me C'mon baby, you I'm Audi Fellas get up out you seat, seat, Don't be me, me, me
Uh, you jealous niggas, change your Busta Mr We on the track, I always the lah I always catch a
Aiyo, stimulation make a wig push back he gotta touch a bottom here for men cap He from dreadlocks to Ceasers Now he called cash brothers shaving is nasty Kid so watch
I be the B U S T A R H Y M E S of finesse, lyrically complex And I'm the double L, C O, dash O, L Period J my leers waiting on the runway,
Yo, aeiyo, yo, I'm Mr. You, God Is it the Aiyo, yo, yo, yes we is a boy
gizzy busy for bissi Mizzy let the rhythm dizzi Just a lesson for you sucker 'Cos y'all make no rhymes like these, period
is bond, ah man I had a good time working with you Mr. Do you they'll ever recover? I no idea, I see niggas is in comas and concussions
It's ridiculous, word up throw your in the air Just have a good time and wave them your hands in the air, word up, word up, word up Mr. and Busta Rhymes get down
Ladies get up out your seat, seat, C'mon and chill me, me, me baby, you know I'm Audi Fellas get up out you seat, seat, be ice-grilling me, me, me
Uh, you niggas, change your ways son Ah man a little bit of flossing on niggas Ah man in a and fun loving way You know, Yeah, you that
Like a little bit of ice waters and man You niggas need to chill put your shades on kid Cool the off put your shades on baby
Shine, nigga put them on Niggas leaning leaning they deformed or something Ha, fix neck You like like in that commercial