B.G.

B.G. - On Da Block (Skit Feat Dee Money) lyrics

(feat. Bassey)

[Timbaland]

Do you like it? Uh, uh, uh, what

Do you want it? Uh, uh, uh, what

Do you like it? Uh, uh, uh, what

Do you want it? Uh, uh, uh, say what, here we go

Do you like it? Uh, uh, uh, what, here we go

Do you want it? Uh, uh, uh, what, here we go

Do you like it? Uh, uh, uh, what, here we go

Do you want it? Part two, part two

[Bassey]

Why you always askin' me why I talk like that?

What, you think you betta, nigga, cuz your pockets are fat?

Excuse me? But wasn't I the one that you meant?

You talkin' trash to these niggas about to dent up they whip

You know me and I don't think I have to explain

You that same crotty nigga that fucked that bitch in my Range

It was the same, life, it was talked up a good game

Between that money and that pussy that she claim to fame

[Timbaland]

Look at you, talkin'-tellin' all the bullcrap lies

It was you who made me put my hands on your thighs

Never ever was the one that humped that girl on your Rover

You forgot your baby cousin humped that girl on your Rover

It's Timbaland, baby, I don't get down like that

Don't try to explain, get yo ass to the back

Never ever disrepsect the man that put you on his team

Now baby dove, get the keys to your Beem'

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Why you talkin' big trash to me?

[Bassy]

Cuz you always playin' games, Timothy

[Timbaland]

Why you tryin' to make me mad, ba-be

[Bassy]

Cuz you always playin' games, Timothy

[Timbaland]

Why you talkin' big trash to me?

[Bassey]

Cuz you always playin' games, Timothy

[Timbaland]

Why you tryin' to make me mad, ba-be

[Bassey]

Because you always playin' games with Bassy

[Bassey]

I done met many players that act like you

Think because they spend some money that I'm ready to screw

Instead of talkin' 'Hit me up around the 1st and the 5th'

Cuz you rot in a crumbed out six, you think I'm whipped

Got numerous niggas that be rottin' my shit

And the last thing I need is a nigga for kicks

I stay dibbed and forever spend the louchie on Gucci

Fuck the money and diamonds cuz nigga, I'm still shinin'

[Timbaland]

Look at you, girl, talkin' trash

Talkin' trash, actin' grown, show your ass

Don't try to get on my track and clown

You my queen, my mistress, my Jackie Brown

Why you tryin' to start trouble in my can?

Now hot and angry and I'm getting amped

Keep on givin' me the cold shoulder

Now I got to get the keys to the Roller

You gone

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[Bassey]

It was all for the paper, that's right, all for the love

Only wanted most what ghetto girls dream of

I need the Hummers and the yachts, Don P on the rocks

Cardierre wrist wear with the shivel on top

Then you lace me, now you hate me, now you tryin' to replace me

Had a woman when you dated me, I guess I was crazy (know you was crazy)

Tried to play me but your game's a little lazy

Cuz I hooked up and got with your man, nigga scrammed

[Timbaland]

Girl, what you know about Cardi and wrist wear?

When you don't even wear Vic's Underwear

Think before you start talkin' shit

Remember, I'm the man with the diamonds and whips

I ain't tryin' to beg, but a legend like those speedos

I ain't gon get mad if you hump one of my people

I keep tellin' you this is me you talkin' to

Talkin' trash won't get you nowhere, baby boo

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