our turn now To keep the new direction It's your turn now To cast off all your sin Fellatia, Fellatia, how do you plead? You don't have to plead For
, turn it up My favorite song, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up The beat is strong, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up We'll dance, c'mon! Let's dance
anihilation as we movin' destinations on the music train station singing 'on and on and on'. "on and on and on" checkin checkin out Mr Askey's song -
love the way yo booty go All I want to do is sit back and watch you move And I'll proceed to throw this cash R-O-S-C-O-E, we Mr. Shawty, put it on me
get ready for Armageddons 'Cause I know God should be ready to roll To go through all of tha wicked shit like Mr. Policeman And duck if ya wanna pump your fist in tha air And pray for
, Southside, Westside C'mon now, ah, c'mon now Don't stop, screamin' my name, don't stop Southside, Westside, Facemob, WC C'mon now, c'mon now, c'mon
me lookin' Oh, and you really Got me cookin', oh My heart went flip My brain went skip I said c'mon, c'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'mon I'm hot now I
these n***** really know just who I am This is R-O-S-C-O-E Dash, and just got some cash But for short, you can call me Mr. Way Too Turnt Up For That
little backwood A whole lotta money big tip I would, I put her on the train little engine could BITCH! {CHORUS} [Roscoe Dash Verse] Roscoe Dash ok, R-O-S-C-O-E Mr
been called to every parent that guide us Not D.C. this whole fucking genre And I ain't in it for them O's or them commas But more or less the hope for
in it cause ya cant help screaming im a cold hearted nigga but im steaming like a demon and im aiming for the fingas why they hate for no reeeeason Mr
the sectar supreme neck protector Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV but cheesy, Too many
could make my phone call? Hey look, what you need to do is sit down I just wanna make my phone call Just sit down Hey, I get a phone call for this motherfucker
it's like Keith Murray Making millionaires but it ain't no hurry 'Cause we all in it for the long run I won't leave the studio until a song's done And
for your whip, I'd have nothin to strip [Em] If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothin to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothin to chew [
O and to the B I owe it to the streets And I ain't tryna brag but you know your boys a beast And yeah I gotta eat cause my groceries on this beat And my song
[Intro] Fuck a rubber band a nigga need a buncha birds (X4) [Over intro - Gucci Mane (Yo Gotti)] Yo, it's Gucci, brrrr, R.I.P. Pimp C mane, brrrr (This