So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Tear it up, tear it up yeah Here we go now, here we go I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang You

Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah) Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh I loved you baby since we were at school I didn't show it, I was a fool You were burning I was cold as ice And baby now I realize I gave you misery, I gave you lies And if I hurt you, I

Shawty gettin' freaky and nasty (Woo!) I'm a rich ass nigga, you a bitch ass nigga I'ma put face in it Nigga, quick fast, nigga Got a stick, grrragh Hit your bitch ass nigga Better talk to me nice when you hit that, nigga, yeah Heard my mama workin' with

And different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo I am everyday people, yeah yeah Oh sha sha we got to live together Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong My own beliefs are in my song The butcher, the banker, the

Do you think about me Like I think about you Oh I, oh I, I’m not trying Oh I, oh I, but I can’t stop smiling, yeah That first cold September night You were the blanket holding me tight You were kissing me and the years stood still You said we don’t have

Ay, bitch I been goin' and goin' like the Energizer Yeah, I'm supplyin' the wood like Elijah In the cut, smokin' on indica Might fuck around and compartmentalize ya They say, they say life is a bitch and if that is the case then I'm finna surprise her

Okay, 1-2-3, yeah, I just popped a bean Okay, 4-5-6, yeah, eight hoes on my dick Niggas salty and they hatin' 'cause Lil Purpp is young and rich And my girl got a girl but her tongue got my kids I just jumped up in that Jag, we smoke Woods, not no Zigs

And a lust for life, and a lust for life Keeps us alive, keeps us alive Take off, take off Take off all your clothes Climb up the H of the Hollywood sign (yeah) In these stolen moments The world is mine There's nobody here, just us together 'Cause we're

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah Slidin' on the water like a jet-ski, yeah I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist

I just can’t leave love alone Ain’t it funny how love can make you fly Funny how love can make you feel Crush you like a ton of steel Fake you out, make you think it’s real Funny how love can make you feel, yeah Sweetest buzz and the highest high