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Aye
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Aye dirilis pada 18 Juni 2007 oleh Jive sebagai bagian dari album Notebook Paper
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Tanggal Rilis18 Juni 2007
LabelJive
Melodiksi
Level Akustik
Valence
Kemampuan untuk menari
Energi
BPM78

Video Musik

Video Musik

Lirik

You feelin' good, go on holla
Whippin' wood, holla
**** trippin', get hit with the A, huh, AK
Or the snub nose trey-eight, huh, A, A
Look, when I went to school, man, I never got A's
Then I got on Pro Tools and a **** got paid
They label me the truth, so my name front page
If I paid for a room, then the **** got laid
A **** gon' die if Huey ever get played
I never ever hide, I be out in the K
Got beeps, stay inside 'cause I ride with a K
You ain't got to be a vampire just to get slayed, ayy
Hoes know I'm rich, so my dick become craved
They hop into my whip, then the bitch get amazed
She holler out, "I ain't ever rolled twenty-eights"
I say, "You 'bout to fuck a teen even though you twenty-eight"
In my time, I'ma grind so that I'm doin' great
My whip game killin', doin' crimes with my paint
I'm sippin' Cuervo, mixin' lime with my drank
Disrespect my mind, blaow, they'll find **** stank, ayy
You feelin' good, go on holla
Whippin' wood, holla
**** trippin', get hit with the A, huh, AK
Or the snub nose trey-eight, huh, A, A
You feelin' good, go on holla
Whippin' wood, holla
**** trippin', get hit with the A, huh, AK
Or the snub nose trey-eight, huh, A, A
Look, I ain't Chris Rock, but I'm head of the state
Wherever I lay my head, I'm gettin' head, feelin' great
Concrete underneath, but a **** still skate
And just to match my vest, I'ma paint the cuddie gray
DJ's play my song, hoes make they ass shake
Take dick from the clique, how much can a ass take?
808 In my trunk 'bout to make my glass break
Plow my twenty-four hours like it's my last day
Cross me, ****, please, that'll be your last day
Put the pump to your grill, they'll call you smash face
Closed caskets, you bastard, have a sad wake
My bank risin' high like I'm cookin' pancakes
Look, I am who I am because of my fan base
For people who love music, Huey is damn great
Look, I'm so St. Louis, Missouri the damn state
You see me up in the streets, here's somethin' you can't say, ayy
You feelin' good, go on holla
Whippin' wood, holla
**** trippin', get hit with the A, huh, AK
Or the snub nose trey-eight, huh, A, A
You feelin' good, go on holla
Whippin' wood, holla
**** trippin', get hit with the A, huh, AK
Or the snub nose trey-eight, huh, A, A
When you take a look into the, the game-game
You see hella **** so lame, a damn shame
But a G is what I'ma remain, my nuts hang
In the hood, we don't play games, we bust thangs
Hustler, sellin' greenery and cocaine
Buy it in powder, come back for more change
Dope fiends comin' in a line like a soul train
If you feelin' good, what the fuck you gon' say? Ayy
You feelin' good, go on holla
Whippin' wood, holla
**** trippin', get hit with the A, huh, AK
Or the snub nose trey-eight, huh, A, A
You feelin' good, go on holla
Whippin' wood, holla
**** trippin', get hit with the A, huh, AK
Or the snub nose trey-eight, huh, A, A
You don't wanna get hit with the A, huh, AK
Me and Lotti in the booth erryday-day
It's Comedi now, what the fuck you gon' say?
Test me, that'll be your last day, make you holla, "Ayy"
Written by: L. Franks, Jr.
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