BabyTron, Lando Bando, FFL Joe, FMB Jocahvelly, D.Deshaun - Dwight Howard lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron, Lando Bando, FFL Joe, FMB Jocahvelly, D.Deshaun - Dwight Howard lyrics]
Bro on the block with the white
So he ball like Howard
Skinny jeans on, do my dance
Feel like Austin Powers
Saw my T-shirt, and thought that I was
Know I'm high as hell, if
You can't tell, bitch, i'm off the
Fendy monster
yeah the T got eyes everywhere
Play with me, shoot him in his limbs
Till there no air in there
Pushed damn near every pare i ain't hiding
You can catch me damn near everywhere
Plugged in like USB
I think he mad at me cause she choosing me
Foreign punches
Made a killing off of 2 of these
I'm talking 2 a piece
Hit Sacks for the newest sneeks
This shit getting dramatic
Bitches waving when we pass by
I'm a player, cross my heart and die
I ain't about the lie
Everr since a younging, been a hundred
Just that type of guy
Baby blew me like the windy city
She was acting shy
Sleeping on the mattress, gotta stay active
A lotta niggas clame they want a bag
But we just
I ain't tricking on you silly rabbit's
I'm a true classic
Ain't no creating bad habbit's
This is why we ball in such a fashion
Bunch of rappers
Try to convince the world is mine
And I gotta have it everything a nigga do is
Put the plan together, we done did it
I'm the
She just sucked the soul up out a nigga
Man this bitch lil bitch sloppy suck it up
She wanna make some money
She ain't used to this, now
I got her trapping, making money
I'm quick to put a bitch up
On she on her way now
I'm quick to let a nigga catch a round
Come get a
I keep my nigga with me, I'm who they spray
I heard a nigga talking 'bout watch how this
He say he live that thug life like he Pac
Gon' get popped slide down nigga's block
Pressed us put a nigga on a stretcher
And get him boxed up
Damn I love that feeling
I don't need no niggas, coming nigga
And I hit your bitch like I don't remember
These hoes ain't loyal
Chris Breezy tought you that
Grab the pole, tought me that
Ain't fucking with tought me that
Them pieces tought you that
Niggas rap, better take care of they kids
Talking cash, but I know what paper is
But ain't making more than Lift
So he ball like Howard
Skinny jeans on, do my dance
Feel like Austin Powers
Saw my T-shirt, and thought that I was
Know I'm high as hell, if
You can't tell, bitch, i'm off the
Fendy monster
yeah the T got eyes everywhere
Play with me, shoot him in his limbs
Till there no air in there
Pushed damn near every pare i ain't hiding
You can catch me damn near everywhere
Plugged in like USB
I think he mad at me cause she choosing me
Foreign punches
Made a killing off of 2 of these
I'm talking 2 a piece
Hit Sacks for the newest sneeks
This shit getting dramatic
Bitches waving when we pass by
I'm a player, cross my heart and die
I ain't about the lie
Everr since a younging, been a hundred
Just that type of guy
Baby blew me like the windy city
She was acting shy
Sleeping on the mattress, gotta stay active
A lotta niggas clame they want a bag
But we just
I ain't tricking on you silly rabbit's
I'm a true classic
Ain't no creating bad habbit's
This is why we ball in such a fashion
Bunch of rappers
Try to convince the world is mine
And I gotta have it everything a nigga do is
Put the plan together, we done did it
I'm the
She just sucked the soul up out a nigga
Man this bitch lil bitch sloppy suck it up
She wanna make some money
She ain't used to this, now
I got her trapping, making money
I'm quick to put a bitch up
On she on her way now
I'm quick to let a nigga catch a round
Come get a
I keep my nigga with me, I'm who they spray
I heard a nigga talking 'bout watch how this
He say he live that thug life like he Pac
Gon' get popped slide down nigga's block
Pressed us put a nigga on a stretcher
And get him boxed up
Damn I love that feeling
I don't need no niggas, coming nigga
And I hit your bitch like I don't remember
These hoes ain't loyal
Chris Breezy tought you that
Grab the pole, tought me that
Ain't fucking with tought me that
Them pieces tought you that
Niggas rap, better take care of they kids
Talking cash, but I know what paper is
But ain't making more than Lift