(You're in my system) Lucious Leftfoot's got his best foot forward darling Lord have mercy how them flows stay so cold, froze. Outro: Tell me you're listening cause you all up in my system I can feel you from my head to my toes. And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg. And this goes out to all my ladies in the front. I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can. Triple OG status A town's very own.īridge: Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack. It's the nigga the BIG BOI OUT Hook: Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug and throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs. You gotta be the finisher to make it sure the doctors, they can't replenish him.
Self-preservation is the rule when you do aim. His setlist includes tracks from his expansive career with Outkast up to and. Not to flex but to protect my neck like the Wu-Tang. Big Boi frequently performs hits like Shutterbug and Follow Me at his shows. Index finger on the trigger in case niggas is clowning. Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining. Toys, I had a brougham, called it pretty brown thing. Could it be the way the verse is sounding? Came up on the Gheto Boys and the Underground Kingz. Verse 2: Boy, it's after 12, club's like A Hive Bee, A bee hive cause not everybody buzzin around me. I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can grab a cup. Hook: Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug and throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs. I'm shittin' on niggas and pee'ing on the seat. in a blink them folks could have you sleeping in the clink.
They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas. Uh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe Boy check the resume, it's risky business in the A And I've been a witness to this history Ever since the the 10th grade We went from rockin brades to temp fades I twist my A hat to the side just for style or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly Wow, the southern pride been known to shut it down But it ain't so country my nigga this ain't no Gomer Pile I'm sergeant slaughter I keep my shit cooked to order in order To satisfy my people in Georgia and across the water And across the boarder the essays are getting smarter.
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