Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brick God
Songwriter
Lyrics
Rats on the block bare snakes n 'em
They talkin' with cops Im evadin' 'em
Got fiends round the clock, no breaks for mans
She think Im wrong wra wrong wrong wrong
Police an the ops I'm shakin' 'em
Tryna make it to you, you my favorite one
You know what I want what you waiting on
Take off your thong tha thong thong thong (Let's Go)
Baby gal why you say that you love me?
Then go play me daily like duppy
Then again I thank you for the susbtance
Cause all of my songs lately bout hustlin
Who's fussin', been makin' the wrong choices
I speak up, 'cause before I was voiceless
I dont like how you act, ego to bolstered
Done gave you the world all the pearls and the oysters
Cuttin' 'em out done cuttin' 'em out
But somin' bout my lil' baby she special
Head to your toes but dont think Ill regret you
New gal bussin she goin help me forget you
Uh, my baby the baddest she just like Trina
Original she gangsta she the meanest
Groupies at my shows frankly I don't need 'em
We could make a movie you got the right features
Played Out
You had me in the first half and then you lost me
No time for a detour, buildin with my posse
Straight from the Medina, do it for my offspring
Say Now
I say aint had a kid yet, but they callin me papi
No time for a detour buildin with my posse
Fightin for my freedom I aint got no options, Nah
Rats on the block bare snakes n 'em
They talkin' with cops Im evadin' 'em
Got fiends round the clock, no breaks for mans (where they at?)
She think Im wrong wra wrong wrong wrong
Police an the ops I'm shakin' 'em
Tryna make it to you, you my favorite one
You know what I want what you waiting on
Take off your thong tha thong thong thong
Uhh, Big Skip done did it again
No need to pretend, know you feelin my stems
Got it on lock 10g in my sock pigs on my six tho
Bumrush the flat pullin pistols
Aint tryna relapse, we done did those
Robberies, stick up kids livin riskful
Big dreams big hope when will it end
Cause my greed for success got me comin' again
Played Out
You had me in the first half and then you lost me
No time for a detour, buildin with my posse
Straight from the Medina, do it for my offspring
Say Now
I say aint had a kid yet, but they callin me papi
No time for a detour buildin with my posse
Fightin for my freedom I aint got no options, Nah
Rats on the block bare snakes n 'em
They talkin' with cops Im evadin' 'em
Got fiends round the clock, no breaks for mans
She think Im wrong wra wrong wrong wrong
Police an the ops I'm shakin' 'em
Tryna make it to you, you my favorite one (you are)
You know what I want what you waiting on
Take off your thong tha thong thong thong
Writer(s): Brick God
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