Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Weight A Minute , by - Shawnna. Release date: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Weight A Minute |
| You know I keep it Dickie down get it to my toe |
| And when you see me reachin fa that itchy hit da flo' |
| Its me and all my girls and they got us at the door |
| Like we ain’t getting in do this nigga really know |
| We push him to da side and we make it through the club |
| They try to show me love, erebody want a hug |
| And now they tryin to hit me wit the bottles of the bub |
| But I be rollin sticky shawty hit me wit da dub |
| And now I got my hands up feelin real tight |
| We pourin out the Cognac buckin where the light |
| The dj shout me out and now they want me on the mic |
| Before I hit the stage I see some niggas finna fight |
| And now they on they monkey bone missin up my flow |
| But yo I know you heard about the niggas from the go |
| Roll up anotha B I see 'em slick its on the low |
| Here come security they tryin to kick us out the door. |
| Oh |
| Tryin to find out where the party at |
| Got a couple of them stacks finna mix it wit the Co-ni-ac |
| Weight a minute, weight a minute |
| Weight a minute, weight a minute |
| I’m at the club where the V.I.P |
| Stupid niggas at the door tryin to say they wanna see I. D |
| Weight a minute, weight a minute |
| Weight a minute, weight a minute |
| I’m big balla but I don’t drink champagne |
| White mink to da flo' color cocaine |
| Gator boots and the belt wit the low frame |
| Candy coated Monte Carlo wit the upgrain |
| Weight a minute now they wanna see a bitch ball |
| I’m iced out from my tittie to my tip toe |
| We at the bar finna but the whole thang out |
| And if somebody wanna start we can bang out |
| I let my chain swang down to my waistline |
| I won’t dance we just move the baseline |
| And tell a nigga weight a minute 'fore I take mine |
| 'Fore we do you like a victim of a hate crime |
| Its DTP I know you seen me in the video |
| If I ain’t rappin then I’m scratchin off a serial |
| I’m bout to get this thang crackin out the sterio |
| You want a bitch to make it happen nigga here it go |
| Weight a minute Uh |
| You get posted up in the club wit a white tee |
| A hood nigga keep a fitted and some Nikes |
| You know the steez wanna pull a bitch like me |
| And take me home try to turn we into wifey |
| But I ain’t wit it gotta show a nigga who I be |
| You bought a bottle for the crew, we buyin two or three |
| Just tryin to show you how we do the thang usually |
| I holla to my nigga Weezy Wee and Deucie D |
| Now let my bitches in the club 'fore we shut it down |
| And matter fact g where I’m from they don’t come around |
| And now they got me on Bicardi and the butta brown |
| And everybody in the party wanna run around |
| But I ain’t trippin park the Chevy half a mile away |
| I hit up Tone told him meet me down on Calloway |
| She got the Gin, she got the Remy and the Alize |
| My head spinnin still bendin what I’m tryin to say |
| Weight a minute |
| Now these niggas always tryin to fuck |
| Steady grabbin on my butt sorry baby but I’m not a slut |
| Weight a minute, weight a minute |
| Weight a minute, weight a minute |
| Now I think I had too many to drink |
| You tryin to get me but you can’t, check yaself or get ya fitted yanked |
| Weight a minute, weight a minute |
| Weight a minute, weight a minute |