Shaquille O’Neal lyrics

by

1100 Himself



Yup yup
Yup yup
Yup yup

[1100 Himself]
I caught him on the rebound, like Shaquille O'Neal (Yeah)
My n*ggas think it's MLB, because they slidin' steel (Yah)
And I just came back to see your block, I'm tryna find my shield (find my shield)
And I crack a n*gga place, you better find some shield (b*tch!)
My b*tch see me droppin' drinks, she said, find your chill (find yo chill)
And I just f*cked her house up, tryna find my pills (f*ck
Me and Cuz hit a lick, keep your eyelids peeled (need somethinggg)
And I done jacked so many n*ggas, n*gga, I love [?] (I need something!)

You think I play for Buffalo, how I keep my bills (yap)
You let them n*ggas hit your head, you should've kept your still stupid
This b*tch a real dope fiend, she tryna steal my pills this gb*tch fiending
Cuz steady droppin' drink, but his hands ain't still
How you say you got crates, but you ain't seen one seal[?] (you ain't seen one yeaah)
I'm tryna f*ck this one b*tch, her BBL ain't healed
Start throwin' balls like Ludacris, it's Nelly hidin' here
You got iron, he got iron, you better face your fears
Dumbass n*gga (Dumbass, yeah)

Ay, I'm sayin' how you sip drink, but won't taste no beer (you won't taste no beer)
And I can sip the fake sh*t like your face is clear (i been seen that sh*t)
You tryna use Proactiv, but your face ain't clear
f*ck around, pull out my clippers, might taper your beard
Your main b*tch still call my phone, I ain't text her in years sh*t
sh*t (sh*t)
She trippin' cuz I don't call no more i don't call no more
Even at a red light or stop sign, we all gon' go (bEep b33p bEEp)
All our careers like (yeahhhh)
I said our careers is all like our guns, cuz we all gon' blow
I swear I heard them bars somewhere, where you get that from?
This b*tch start playin' Zeb, n*gga, he tryna hit that hoe (he tryna hit that hoe)
But I see some bags in the whip, he finna bip that low
The b*tch says you fiendin for the coochie, you tryna rip her clothes (sssshh)
Damn 11, tell me why this b*tch stole my doobie stuff (this b*tch stole my dooby!)
I bet they in her purse right now, she's a doobie hoe (this a dooby hoe)
I'm lost how this b*tch gave me brain, but she's a stupid hoe
And if you can't win with the b*tch, you need to lose the hoe
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