Young Buck - I Be On That (Remix) lyrics
rate meAss so fat, I need a lap dance
Somebody tell the waitress bring some fucking racks in
The strippers running to the pole when we backing
All gold, Trinidad James on my Austin
It’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit and I leave, hoe
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
It’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit and I leave, hoe
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
Ok, I walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit up then I leave, hoe
Play your card, know, and get some money for that weed, hoe
45000 blood, devil, devil season, Michael Thorne bring it back if you tell me please, hoe
She gonna make that ass clap, pop that for a real nigga
I’m gonna throw that cash back, drop that on a real bitch
Murder on that pussy, hoe, I kill that, I kill, bitch
You gonna get like airbag, get ensured if I deal with you
Young nigga got it like I fucking hit the lottery
You just want the money, shorty, you ain’t gotta lie to me
All these niggas hating on me, know they want a part of me
‘Cause every time you see me, milli, I look like a robbery
It’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit and I leave, hoe
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
It’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit and I leave, hoe
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
It’s me, hoe, with a bad bitch and she creole
Lead me where this weed go, we shooting like a freak, though
Bitch, I’m worth tickets, poured up in a candy-painted Regal
And parked right by your Phantom, hopped off with this desert eagle
A thousand pounds a minute, hundred bricks, what that equal?
All in your VIP, got you asking who them people
Racked up in the streets, know that my wrist worth ‘bout a kilo
Fuck all you rappers, nigga, it’s just me and my amigo
Got this trap jumping just like when your vein hit that needle
I’m just running that checkup, chasing up like a casino
Mix matching designers, not just one, I got on three, hoe
Tattered up so my Versace shirt ain’t got no sleeves, though
It’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit and I leave, hoe
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
It’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit and I leave, hoe
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
These bitches study my style on the come up DVD
Nikky BB I see, DDT, it’s a rough ride, EVE
But I win, nigga, easy three
Bad bitch, a regal, these ugly bitches is really boosting my ego
It’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
I’m so fucking famous, I can’t do shit on the D low
You got everybody infiltrating negroes
I don’t believe them, they lying like Leos
Everything these bitches doing I already did it
Watch my world, stalk interviews, then they mimic
It’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit and I leave, hoe
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
It’s me, hoe, it’s me, hoe
Walk up in this bitch, I fuck shit and I leave, hoe
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that
