This vibrant hip-hop anthem captures the raw pulse of urban streets with sharp lyrics on relationships and self-assured swagger. Its infectious beats evoke confidence and fun, ideal for energizing workouts or lively social gatherings.
101 - Song Lyrics
Yeah, my whole fit blacked out
Eleven-hour flight and the Xan' had me blacked out
It had me sleepin'
Yeah, the jet lag got me awake in the evenin'
(You already know who it is, man, it's DJ Phat, flyest
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fat **** you know, you other **** is never competition, ya dig?)
Ayy, I got a backstrap, bifta, smoke clean
Man, this rap life really all smoke screens
Man die for the pussy, hoes die for the P
First step in the club, hoes whinin' on me
I got a backstrap, bifta, smoke clean
Man, this rap life really all smoke screens
Mans die for the pussy, hoes die for the P
First step in the club, hoes whinin' on me
She grind too hard, feel the knife in my jeans
No bloody step, Louboutin, got McQueens on
I got Black Balmain jeans on
Smell like gelato smoke, so I gotta put the Creed on (Gelato)
These hoes lovin' my theme song
(Yeah, what it is? It's Dashy two times, A.K.A. O.G. Dutch Master, A.K.A. lil' Pink Skully, A.K.A. Young Fat Glick, and you now rocking with DJ PHAT, ****, turn up)
Yeah, my whole fit blacked out
Eleven-hour flight and the Xan' had me blacked out
It had me sleepin'
Yeah, the jet lag got me awake in the evenin'
London love when I'm freezin' (I'm freezin')
Smoke in the air, caught air like a kite, when I'm leavin'
London love when I'm freezin' (I'm freezin')
Smoke in the air, caught air like a kite, when I'm breathin'
Ayy, I got a backstrap, bifta, smoke clean
Man, this rap life really all smoke screens
Man die for the pussy, hoes die for the P
First step in the club, hoes whinin' on me
I got a backstrap, bifta, smoke clean
Man, this rap life really all smoke screens
Mans die for the pussy, hoes die for the P
First step in the club, hoes whinin' on me
She grind too hard, feel the knife in my jeans
No bloody step, Louboutin, got McQueens on
I got Black Balmain jeans on
Smell like gelato smoke, so I gotta put the Creed on (Gelato)
These hoes lovin' my theme song