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Bizzy Bone
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Shake da Stick
Shake that, shake that stick Wassup lil son? How you doin, baby?
Shake that stick When the faggots try to lust your body Shake that stick That's my boy right there, yeah
Shake that stick When the faggots try to lust your body Suprise, it's really a bitch I was raised by my papi, though, papi, though Shake ya stick
In the strip club lookin for a humble young thing With a roll of cash money, motherfucker, get it quick, thug Fellas all around me, don't sit too close to the door And they gettin naked in this motherfucker, y'all keep calm Got on time, they be rollin with dudes Nothin but attitude, gotta give me latitude Bitches still mad that I don't fuck with a group But I was raised by my papa and my papa told me trust no two Straight veryly, and in the spiritual form, only God split so, and the spirit reborn But baby still dancin I see the bitches tryin to stop me, never roll with a plan, can't copy, gimme They say that two is too sloppy It tops and tear at ya loppy Can't even get monopoly, in the soul game And the baby boy he cocky And you better watch your word game, cause the shit get stocky My opportunity to ration out the love for the one, my Papi Motherfuckers don't know what we do, no one got me Only one true God in the house for sure Who you roll with? I roll with the Lord Trust and believe Lay low on these motherfuckers, break those jaws And what you see is what the fuck they saw We ain't fuckin with nobody who don't represent the Father of all And that's God y'all
That stick When the faggots try to lust your body Surprise, I said it really was a bitch I was raised by my papi And tell em they'll never win Because they caught up in the sin And we drinks for free Shake that stick When the faggots try to lust your body Surprise, it was really a bitch And I was raised by my papi Can you tell em they'll never win And they get caught up in the sin Round here, we drink for free
She was playin on deception And spiritually was a dead-end Mountin the battle station And we bring on no weapons For the inception of the relationship, I guess I shoulda known She was playin for deception and spiritually she was dead And mountin up the battle station, bring no weapons The inceptions of the relationship I guess I shoulda known when she said she had us caught up on tape Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Bitch, we ain't even bone This warfare goes deep in the clones Cheaper when they come up to park their shit Demons is on Quick, Cleveland get gone But I don't speak about the radius A hardcore brother with the Father and the capius The athiests, bitch ass demons, they don't need no athiests Fuck em, they should bust their ass Cocksuckin break, bitch Tell me where the tunes at Iknowwhoyourollinwit Secrets tellin, they better lose that all Baby, We get it poppin down in the city streets Either don't roll with neither one of these bitches They gonna reak Don't sleep til the mission complete I got a treat for the honey And man, honey is sweet
Yeah, shake ya stick And the faggots try to lust your body Surprise, really a bitch I was raised by my papi And I was raised by my papi
Yeah, that stick When the faggots try to lust your body Surprise, baby, it was only a bitch And I was raised by my papi Tell em they'll never win And they'll caught up in the sin Round here, we drink for free Tell em again
Shake that stick Shake that stick Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay! Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay! Shake that stick It's when the faggots try to lust your body Baby surprise, it was really a bitch Man I was raised by my papi Tell em to never... tell em iveva... heh We just shake that stick Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay! Shake that stick Shake yo stick
Yeah, openin em up Openin em up, heheh Please believe, you know what it is You know the rules Shake that stick Shake that stick Shake that
One true God in the house, for sure Represent it, confess with the tongue, you know You know, what you throwin up, cool? Yeah...
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