Yadda o, blue bird
Turn me on, turn me on
I know I'm telling you one
Fresh from the we so hated on
And our letter facts (?)
got'em girls panties dropping
That's why I got you,
Headed to the nights
Said she loves the way the Louie into my eyes
The Gucci bag in the belkin(?)
And she lovin the way that I debrag(?) with it
Yeah, I know I'm turning you on
You really hating my guts buy you're playing my song
You drop'em but you now bump in my shit when you're rolling around
Try to follow my lead try to get up
And your waist swinging deep then you need to park it up
Cause I'm ripping this track like I'm bagabond
And then I'm headed to the where I go home
I'm from the West side, you know what that mean
my paper, in my vein
on my back is what I'm saying

Don't ever try to get that close to me,

You better road to me
Recognize the wheel nigger
Don't ever try to get that close to me
You better road to me

I want
So tell me away
Na na na
Well I no message up on my chest
That I need to get on

Now these say that I can't sing

Don't need to know why you hate
You need to stick on your

talkin' about
I've been singing'bout
You just have to hold a note
Turn it up, I turn it up
So you see me on the fire burning it up
I've been out, check any channel bar
And if you want me, you confront me in the city bar
Turning me up
Don't ever try to get that close to me
You better road to me

Don't ever try to get that close to me
You better road to me
Recognize the wheel nigger