paroles de chanson
Ladies
and
gentlemen
People
with
jobs,
people
without
jobs
Middle
class,
upper
class,
high
class,
all
that
Cats,
snakes,
chickens,
ducks,
elderly
people,
and
twerkers
I
presents
to
you
Fre-fre-fre-fre-fresh
(DJ
Mannie)
Fre-fre-fresh
(Mannie)
Fre-fre-fresh
(DJ
Mannie)
Fre-fre-errr-
(young
ladies!)
Put
your
hands
on
your
knees
and
bend
your
rump
Put
your
back
in,
back
out,
and
do
the
hump
Put
your
hands
on
your
knees
and
bend
your
rump
Put
your
back
in,
back
out,
and
do
the
hump
Well,
I'm
fly
as
a
son
of
gun,
son
of
a
Stunna,
yep
High
as
a
757
going
to
Heaven,
who?
Weezy
F.,
your
reverend,
preach
about
me
I'm
the
god,
one-seven,
Apple
and
E
I'm
the
Cash
Money
Mak'veli,
y'all
ain't
ready
Quick,
fast,
like
Tom
Petty,
y'all
just
petty
82,
I
was
born
ready,
I'm
too
ready
Y'all
Betty
Crocker
baller
blockers,
I'm
too
heavy
Meatball
Lamborghini,
top
spaghetti
(ugh)
Seats
Ragu,
ah,
twenty
the
shoe
Boo,
me
and
you
got
plenty
to
do
I
don't
need
no
pool,
I'm
swimming
in
you
And
I
sleep
with
the
sharks,
shawty,
on
that
water-water
In
the
Bimmer
840,
mama,
shake
something
for
me
(yeah)
And
it
don't
make
sense
if
it
don't
make
that
money
I'ma
take
that
money,
I'm
straight
Cash
Money,
yeah
(young
ladies!)
Put
your
hands
on
your
knees
and
bend
your
rump
(yeah)
Put
your
back
in,
back
out,
and
do
the
hump
(that's
right)
Put
your
hands
on
your
knees
and
bend
your
rump
(yeah)
Put
your
back
in,
back
out,
and
do
the
hump
(that's
right)
A-whodie,
a-whodettes
(I
bring
it
back
to
the
bottom
of
the
map)
A-whodie,
a-whodettes
(I
bring
it
back
to
the
bottom
of
the
map)
A-whodie,
a-whodettes
(I
bring
it
back
to
the
bottom
of
the
map)
A-whodie,
a-whodettes
(I
bring
it
back
to
the
bottom
of
the
map)
Geah,
I
take
off
my
brim
Moment
of
silence
for
the
homeboy
Soulja
Slim,
yeah
Fronting
'round
here'll
get
your
back
chopped
off
We
do
our
own
thing,
we
don't
act
like
y'all
I
say,
black-white
walls
with
the
back
swiped
off,
ayy
Y'all
lil'
busters
just
a
tax
write-off
I'm
a
stand-up
guy,
not
the
type
that
fall
We
don't
breed
them
kind,
but
they
bleed
just
fine,
yeah
Weezy
the
Don,
homie,
read
between
the
lines
If
you
can't,
boy,
read
my
nine
I'm
going
hard
in
the
paint
like
Diesel
time
Either
I'm
the
illest
cat
doing
it,
or
these
cats
is
losing
it
I
be
easy,
fall
back
and
be
cool
with
it
Pallbearer
is
moving
his
dead
flow,
I'm
through
with
it
I'm
the
sh-,
nah,
nah,
I'm
sewer-rich
Weezy
F.
Baby,
I
do's
this,
yeah!
(Young
ladies!)
Put
your
hands
on
your
knees
and
bend
your
rump
(yeah)
Put
your
back
in,
back
out,
and
do
the
hump
(that's
right)
Put
your
hands
on
your
knees
and
bend
your
rump
(yeah)
Put
your
back
in,
back
out,
and
do
the
hump
(that's
right)
A-whodie,
a-whodettes
(I
bring
it
back
to
the
bottom
of
the
map)
A-whodie,
a-whodettes
(I
bring
it
back
to
the
bottom
of
the
map)
A-whodie,
a-whodettes
(I
bring
it
back
to
the
bottom
of
the
map)
A-whodie,
a-whodettes
(I
bring
it
back
to
the
bottom
of
the
map)
A
old-school
gangsta
mack
like
the
eighties
I
look
like
Cita
and
act
like
Baby,
yep
You
play
with
me,
I
react
like
the
Navy
Or
better
yet
the
army,
you
gon'
need
them
for
me,
yep
And
your
head
is
a
bleeping
target
You
don't
want
me
to
see
you
with
my
peeking
Tommys
Wizzle
Fizzle,
I
keep
it
New
Orleans
Sleeping
with
women
that
sleep
with
the
Hornets,
yup
A
country
boy
in
something
foreign
'Bout
a
hundred
thousand
more
than
what
you're
in
You're
not
'bout
it,
you
freeze
up
like
popsicles
Pop
up
on
bicycles,
pop
y'all
like
spot
pimples
Yeah,
Wizzle
Fizzle,
original
Hot
Bizzle
Still
Lil
Wayne,
but
the
dividends
not
little
Yeah,
don't
be
surprised
how
the
crown
fit
him
Uh,
get
down,
uh,
get
down
for
the
youngun',
the
Prince
(young
ladies!)
Put
your
hands
on
your
knees
and
bend
your
rump
(yeah)
Put
your
back
in,
back
out,
and
do
the
hump
(that's
right)
Put
your
hands
on
your
knees
and
bend
your
rump
(yeah)
Put
your
back
in,
back
out,
and
do
the
hump
(that's
right)
A-whodie,
a-whodettes
(I
bring
it
back
to
the
bottom
of
the
map)
A-whodie,
a-whodettes
(I
bring
it
back
to
the
bottom
of
the
map)
A-whodie,
a-whodettes
(I
bring
it
back
to
the
bottom
of
the
map)
A-whodie,
a-whodettes
(I
bring
it
back
to
the
bottom
of
the
map)
Ayy,
ayy
The
best
rapper
alive
Since
the
best
rapper
retired
Yeah,
y-yeah,
best
rapper
alive
Yeah,
since
the
best
rapper
retired
1 Snitch
2 Cash Money Millionaires
3 I Miss My Dawgs
4 Shine
5 Walk In
6 Go DJ
7 This Is the Carter
8 Bm J.R.
9 On the Block #1
10 We Don't
11 On My Own
12 The Heat
13 Inside
14 Bring It Back
15 Who Wanna
16 On the Block #2
17 Get Down
18 Hoes
19 Only Way
20 Ain't That a Bitch
21 Walk Out
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