Pour that shit up
This is our year until next year
And the next yearWe run it
Yeah
We run it
Yeah
This is our year until next year
We run this shit
This is our year
Ouu Baby
Work that thang out
I love it when you twerk
And stick that tongue out
Cute face tight waist
And them buns out
What a beautiful day lord
The suns out
Ah damn
It′s the fun house
Imma show you that I got it
Let it hang out
You been reaching all night
Pull my thang out
Boriqua mami
Mira vena aquí nena
But oh no
Old hoes
Don't text him
Oh no
Don′t test him
Moved on
Don't vex him
Cuz ain't no soul catching
We just bow flexing
Got your hoe my direction
She see the bottles in the section
And they throwing
And we catching
And what she doing with her hands
Let me know she ambidextrous
Ouu
Do you get it?
My nasty baby
Love it when she spit it
Still a classy a lady
But she gonna get it
She just graduated
So brain she gon give it
She love to sit on it and spin it
Big ol freak
Megan style
In the bedroom
Choppa style
Chop chop chop
Choppa style
Got us sweating baby
We going need a towel
All this drip on me
And I ain′t tagging out
Cheap huh
Bitch where
Ain′t none
Get Clear
Visine
Fifth Gear
I sped
No player
You are not in my lair
Dom cease Bruce Wayne
You buzz lightyear
And she don't fuck with lil toys Hoping to be real boys
She want man that she can
Build with
Not build ground up
A nigga that can provide
But don′t simp on her
Listen
She ain't tripping
She got her own
She just sick of niggas simpin
We should call you Bart Simpson
Oh did I mention
My flows are uncensored
For those that want vengeance
Burning folks with each sentence
In ya bones you goin feel em
And the words they won′t heal it
Na
It's probably time that I tell u again
That I
Spit shit
Yeah
And you just stepped all in it
Welcome to my event
Where I just kill shit
Niggas think that I′m OJ
Now pass me the Barcadi
I like it mixed with my OJ
Pour that shit up
This is our year until next year
And the next year
We run it
Yeah
We run it
Yeah yeah yeah
This is our year until next year
We run this shit
This is our year
And I'm back
Yeah
Right back at it
All this smoke in here
Got me like an asthmatic
Diamonds dancing looking like they magnetic
Henny got me lookin like I'm mad at it
Party jumping
Swear it ain′t no hydraulics
That′s no stylist
Wear these like pajamas
Overseas eating pastas
But ain't shit formal
Dom Cease in the mosh pit
Na ain′t shit normal
You hold cheese
Like a rat
We could not be cordial
All these women round me
You ask how I'm loyal
But ain′t none of them my penpal
Birds chirpin
Nextel
Take it down
Bring it back
Like it's resale
Then bish bounce
Lemme see you break it
Break that bitch down!
Ass fat
In the dark
I could tell
Brain good
Pussy smack
I could tell
Run it up in the club
Do it well
Take her home
Buss it down
Like a nail
Yeah
I′m giving out tickets to hell
But I'm never on vacation
Blood sweat and dedication
Been in plenty situations
Where I could of been fold
But I'm coming for the throne And that′s game
You never would sold
DC studio soon to be the label And then the empire
That′s how the story will go
I'm talking HOV inspirations
That′s loads in the making
Working hard
They might of thought he Jamaican
So Brazen
Flow hot call him cajun
Dom cease so seasoned
He pissed off the Caucasians
Yeah
And I'm out
This is our year until next year
And the next year
We run it
Yeah
We run it
Yeah yeah yeah
This is our year until next year
We run this shit
This is our year
