Pour that shit up

This is our year until next year

And the next yearWe run it

Yeah

We run it

Yeah

This is our year until next year

We run this shit

This is our year

Ouu Baby

Work that thang out

I love it when you twerk

And stick that tongue out

Cute face tight waist

And them buns out

What a beautiful day lord

The suns out

Ah damn

It′s the fun house

Imma show you that I got it

Let it hang out

You been reaching all night

Pull my thang out

Boriqua mami

Mira vena aquí nena

But oh no

Old hoes

Don't text him

Oh no

Don′t test him

Moved on

Don't vex him

Cuz ain't no soul catching

We just bow flexing

Got your hoe my direction

She see the bottles in the section

And they throwing

And we catching

And what she doing with her hands

Let me know she ambidextrous

Ouu

Do you get it?

My nasty baby

Love it when she spit it

Still a classy a lady

But she gonna get it

She just graduated

So brain she gon give it

She love to sit on it and spin it

Big ol freak

Megan style

In the bedroom

Choppa style

Chop chop chop

Choppa style

Got us sweating baby

We going need a towel

All this drip on me

And I ain′t tagging out

Cheap huh

Bitch where

Ain′t none

Get Clear

Visine

Fifth Gear

I sped

No player

You are not in my lair

Dom cease Bruce Wayne

You buzz lightyear

And she don't fuck with lil toys Hoping to be real boys

She want man that she can

Build with

Not build ground up

A nigga that can provide

But don′t simp on her

Listen

She ain't tripping

She got her own

She just sick of niggas simpin

We should call you Bart Simpson

Oh did I mention

My flows are uncensored

For those that want vengeance

Burning folks with each sentence

In ya bones you goin feel em

And the words they won′t heal it

Na

It's probably time that I tell u again

That I

Spit shit

Yeah

And you just stepped all in it

Welcome to my event

Where I just kill shit

Niggas think that I′m OJ

Now pass me the Barcadi

I like it mixed with my OJ

Pour that shit up

This is our year until next year

And the next year

We run it

Yeah

We run it

Yeah yeah yeah

This is our year until next year

We run this shit

This is our year

And I'm back

Yeah

Right back at it

All this smoke in here

Got me like an asthmatic

Diamonds dancing looking like they magnetic

Henny got me lookin like I'm mad at it

Party jumping

Swear it ain′t no hydraulics

That′s no stylist

Wear these like pajamas

Overseas eating pastas

But ain't shit formal

Dom Cease in the mosh pit

Na ain′t shit normal

You hold cheese

Like a rat

We could not be cordial

All these women round me

You ask how I'm loyal

But ain′t none of them my penpal

Birds chirpin

Nextel

Take it down

Bring it back

Like it's resale

Then bish bounce

Lemme see you break it

Break that bitch down!

Ass fat

In the dark

I could tell

Brain good

Pussy smack

I could tell

Run it up in the club

Do it well

Take her home

Buss it down

Like a nail

Yeah

I′m giving out tickets to hell

But I'm never on vacation

Blood sweat and dedication

Been in plenty situations

Where I could of been fold

But I'm coming for the throne And that′s game

You never would sold

DC studio soon to be the label And then the empire

That′s how the story will go

I'm talking HOV inspirations

That′s loads in the making

Working hard

They might of thought he Jamaican

So Brazen

Flow hot call him cajun

Dom cease so seasoned

He pissed off the Caucasians

Yeah

And I'm out

This is our year until next year

And the next year

We run it

Yeah

We run it

Yeah yeah yeah

This is our year until next year

We run this shit

This is our year