Shawty Lo Enemies

[Shawty Lo:]

Yeah, I’m a- I’m a- I’m a tell you like he told me

I’m a tell you like he told me

Yeah, I’m a tell you like he told me

Keep your enemies close

Keep your enemies close

Keep your enemies close

Four houses down yeah heatin’ that dope

Keep your enemies close

Keep your enemies close

Keep your enemies close

Four houses down yeah heatin’ that dope

I’m a tell you like he told me

A nigga gotta show me

I’m a tell you like he told me

A nigga gotta show me

I ain’t hustle, I was gonna let it burn

Say you wanna see a fuckin’ table turn

Yeah, I wanna see the keys [?]

I wanna see the diesel [?]

Give me ten, gimme ain’t gave me shit

Been a chain, had to tuck these wrists

Cop a ten and you ain’t do shit

Tip out last year, somebody snitched

Keep your enemies close

Keep your enemies close

Keep your enemies close

Four houses down yeah heatin’ that dope

Keep your enemies close

Keep your enemies close

Keep your enemies close

Four houses down yeah heatin’ that dope

[Young Thug:]

Work that ho mane, work that ho mane

If you got racks she’ll be at your door mane

Get all cash bitch, that’s my domain

Kill your lil YLE, your roll mane

Bad bitch, bad hair, Indian Remy

Keep playin’, keep it cut, now she want Tru with the [?] like panties

And we cool with them nigga, but they still envy

And all of our diamonds got hit, no JC Penny

Yeah, but it’s RO5 and MD5 until I die

But we don’t die, we multiply

And stack that cash to the motherfuckin’ sky

What it do my nigga, I’m coming through my nigga

Come get me out this zoo my nigga

[Shawty Lo:]

Keep your enemies close

Keep your enemies close

Keep your enemies close

Four houses down yeah heatin’ that dope

Keep your enemies close

Keep your enemies close

Keep your enemies close

Four houses down yeah heatin’ that dope

Shawty Lo Dat White Girl

[Chorus:]

People gon’ talk, that’s what they do

When you on top, they gon’ hate on you

But I can’t stop I’m a keep doin’ me

And I’m a go hard ’cause I wanna be the

Talk of the town

Talk of the town

Talk of the town

I knew one day that I will be the

Talk of the town

Talk of the town

Talk of the town

I knew one day that I will be the

Talk of the town

[Verse 1: Shawty Lo]

Yeah

To be the talk of the town,

You gotta walk that walk

And you gotta stay down, stay down nigga

On the head, all the sodium

I’m at bay reach on the low

Gonna have it now

What the fuck is going on

Ground me bitch

I’m the king of boy home

I thought I told you let me show you where the dice at

Let me role it, live

I’m addicted to the money, I have money I get money

Do you hear me, ey

Yeah bitch, I’m shawty Lo if you didn’t know

I’m down with 50, can you feel me

Let me hear you say this shit

[Chorus:]

People gon’ talk, that’s what they do

(To be the talk of the town)

When you on top, they gon’ hate on you

(You gotta walk that walk)

But I can’t stop I’m a keep doin’ me

(And you gotta stay down)

And I’m a go hard ’cause I wanna be the

(You gotta walk that walk)

(And you gotta stay down)

I knew one day that I will be the

Talk of the town

Talk of the town

Talk of the town

I knew one day that I will be the

Talk of the town

Talk of the town

Talk of the town

I knew one day that I will be the

Talk of the town

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

I’m the main event, I’m the single attraction

Everytime I come around and slice camera action

I’m the talk of the town and when they talk about it

Getting more bread, I mean more bread

I love a girl in this dream about a chocolate beam

I mean like everywhere I go a nigga cause a scene

I let the hater keep breathing

I watch him when I keep winning

I think I’m meant to be on top from the beginning

That nigga watch me shine, time after time

You didn’t know where up her gas or pop an arm

No joke front this low flow

So don’t I’m a stay paid

I just fight with the guns, I let you move an ounce

What you have in your head, it’s the dope boy sound

Gotta handle the habit, that money I gotta have it

So I be bouncing the heart, yes I be the F

Stand tough and you lovin’ me

You be humming bird, can’t fuck with the style that I got

Go ahead, press the one play it one more time

50 Cent damn I’m hot

[Chorus: x2]

People gon’ talk, that’s what they do

When you on top, they gon’ hate on you

But I can’t stop I’m a keep doin’ me

And I’m a go hard ’cause I wanna be the

Talk of the town

Talk of the town

Talk of the town

I knew one day that I will be the

Talk of the town

Talk of the town

Talk of the town

I knew one day that I will be the

Shawty Lo Drugz

[Shawty Lo:]

I don’t give a damn about this shit man

I got to mind this motherfuckin’ tree

Bitch go pick it yourself ho

L-O, real bankhead

Made a few mils in the trap

I got the strap in my lap

I made some helluva caps

I put my hood on the map

I got whatever in food

Niggas ain’t fucking with us

Even got snow on the bluff

I put your ho in the dust

I got drugs

I got drugs

I pray to God for my enemies

I don’t know if God into me

Y’all niggas ain’t no kin to me

I hate to sin but it’s you or me

Paper towels at church

Ten percent not thots

Y’all niggas ain’t hungry

Y’all hoes just thirsty

Spend a bag on y’all hoes

Made it back at the bando

Charge up like Toronto

Shake the ho like a red nose

Niggas can’t go how I go

True N-A forever

Thirty wop for a kilo

He high, I’m L-O

Shawty crunch them numbers

Play with snow in the summer

YSL cost a bundle

We did kill ’em this summer

And I don’t believe in karma

I believe in commas

Big dog like roof

West side of the jungle

Made a few mils in the trap

I got the strap in my lap

I made some helluva caps

I put my hood on the map

I got whatever in food

Niggas ain’t fucking with us

Even got snow on the bluff

I put your ho in the dust

I got drugs

I got drugs

[Ralo:]

I put my hood on the map

We finna fuck up the globe

I got to stick to the code

The rest of these nigga gon’ fold

You know that shit gon’ get back to me

They want it real, so they gonna ask for me

When I went broke, they turned their back on me

How you my folks and you used to laugh at me?

I used to look up to them, remember?

Now I got more money than them niggas

My kitchen filled with pots and blenders

The rest of these niggas is still pretenders

None of these rappers done go to your funeral

I think they forgot what you used to do for them

Remember them shots, we used to shoot for them

You popped a lot, but you used to root for them

You had them shaking that laffy taffy

You used to make all them niggas happy

You was the man before you started rapping

You made all of your kids proud of their daddy

We done it all and made us a don

We the ones didn’t forget where we from

Ocean Drive, you know it’s still alive

Long live forever, don’t ever die

[Shawty Lo:]

Made a few mils in the trap

I got the strap in my lap

I made some helluva caps

I put my hood on the map

I got whatever in food

Niggas ain’t fucking with us

Even got snow on the bluff

I put your ho in the dust

I got drugs

I got drugs

Shawty Lo Duffle Bag

Heyy, hyyye

Ya, we’ll not call all signes today

Yyeee, we’ll be ashamed of this ear

Here, o mother fucker, I’m with my bitch

You can’t be delighted, you can be for all this

Scream, she’s doing whenever I say go

This bitch’s on the right way

We appreciate a bad play

And now the whole play

And ever she shouts, I’m on my way

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Money, money put my money in my douffle bag

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Heeeyyyyyyyyyaa

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Shall we?

One, two, three to the four

If you give phone, I’ll fuck it so slow

You’re on the top miss, I’m on yours

What you have, is a mother fucker claw

Hyyya, you’re in fine clothes, mother fucker jeans

I’m in my superman shield, like a Brad Pitt

And I’ll low, keep your role profile

Let me show your limb slow

I give to my equal weight to the slow

I can make it rain, make it back so slow

Shine up to the party when the glow is slow

And in the flame I’ll get scream for slow

And you’re down your fears, put them on the window

Put them to the bitches ’cause we’re already chief, ooo

And I’m my chief hey, ooo, my chief hey

When the vagues go around let to seek ago

Scream, she’s doing whenever I say go

This bitch’s on the right way

We appreciate a bad play, and now the whole play

And ever she shouts, I’m on my way

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Money, money put my money in my duffle bag

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Heeeyyyyyyyyyaa

Money, put my money in my douffle bag

And now five, six seven to the eight

And me shout in the draw of your face

And this I call the case, a bitch less came

4000, for to six in my glass

I don’t need a for to six in my glass

But you’ll do the right bitch, so it crush to my ass

And now my very bitch’s looking for the best

Smile girls, only you’ve to do the same

I’m on the lift damage, genre to the image

This is a lake crap, all the boys seem linking

And to the phone ass, but she’s nake and wity

Hallo we’ll flows but til the end of the tricky

All your little bitches called my name and you know

Run away bitch, with my name on the half

Make down your map, put my name on the scratch

Put my man that he’s handsome on the top

Scream, she’s doing whenever I say go

This bitch’s on the right way

We appreciate a bad play, and now the whole play

And ever she shouts, I’m on my way

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Money, money, put my money in my douffle bag

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Heeeyyyyyyyyyaa

Money, put my money in my duffle bag

Shall we?

Shawty Lo Cookin’

[Shawty Lo:]

Man these hoes be tripping

Asking what I’m cooking

Cook it right in front of ya

That’s how I know, I cook it

Man these hoes so crazy

Asking what I’m cooking

Cook it right in front of ya

That’s how I know, I cook it

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

She want to model baby

Forget minor baby

This Shawty baby

Shawty Lo, I do it B-I

I do it, do it

Shawty Lo, I do it B-I

Man my ho just walked in

Asking what I’m cooking

Sit your ass in the living room

And stay out my kitchen

Country boys want two things

Got one left, watch me do things

Wrist game wax on wax off

Chop blocks like sensei

Don’t mix me with that rap shit

Ain’t nothing but some he say

I run my city

Whole town do what I say

Man these hoes be tripping

Asking what I’m cooking

Cook it right in front of ya

That’s how I know, I cook it

Man these hoes so crazy

Asking what I’m cooking

Cook it right in front of ya

That’s how I know, I cook it

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

[Yung Ralph:]

In the kitchen whipping up like a chef

In the game calling plays like a ref

Fuck her good, eat it up, it’s top shelf

Don’t leave the trap ’til it ain’t none’ left

Need some extra hands, all the money that we counting

All these diamonds on me, you can call me water fountain

Nigga cop a coupe, same day going mounting

Good with them digits, I don’t need no accountant

And they know a nigga represent the three like Curry

OG money, whip it in a circle like skerr

And they know everything Gucci on me like burr

[?] McGee, I’m a need a chauffer

West side, Ocean Drive, screaming out “Dey Know”

Dead man got me seeing stars like fable

A nigga moving slow, just poured a four in a Faygo

2 Federal, bumping Moneybagg Yayo

Still made the juggs off the bag like Shawty

Rollie on my wrist costs forty (thousand)

Just spend twenty on an old school

Same thing I spent on lil shawty

Trap money, it ain’t none’ but trap money

Benihana lunch with the cap money

Rest in peace my nigga Shawty L-O

Switch it all up, told her rap money, jugg

[Shawty Lo:]

Man these hoes be tripping

Asking what I’m cooking

Cook it right in front of ya

That’s how I know, I cook it

Man these hoes so crazy

Asking what I’m cooking

Cook it right in front of ya

That’s how I know, I cook it

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)

Cook, cook, chef

Wrist (skrt), whip (bricks)