Early Retiremant
by Mac Dre
Im doper then a bobby brown piss test
Bitches blow me til they aint got no spit left
Do it moven cuz slow niggas get left
Get left and miss da game like a sick ref
A quik left and a over hand right
A fat fo fo and some dojah and a mic
Are my weapons of mass destruction
And detectives no not to ask me nuthin
Im solid I mite speak the togalic
Drink derrty martini’s wit a Spanish olive
Garlic and cheese on my French bread
Swallow it please when I get head
Im pimp fed girls feed me well
Never would they let tha world see me fail
they bring me mail,like ima mail box
A pimp wit no gators
Airforce and shell tops
Back in the day I use to need the knockz
Posted at the spot I used to bleed the block
Servin weed n rocks often even hop
Never leaven the spot wuldnt even leave for cot
If I needed some cot I made a hutch come thru
Go deep when she bend over hut 1,2
Watcha wana do wit rude boy like me
Quik to come thru with crew so hyphy
If she don’t like me,she must be a lesbo
I get it nightly man that’s my schedule
Dre bletso im the quarterback
Whatever cost the most ima order that
Across tha border strapped
My essays come thru with fluff from peru
I come from a crew
of Cutthroats Bank robbers and dope dealas
Business with us nigga get yo fillins
Get out yo skrillin
live like a king to top of the heem pop u a thing
I don’t bust em half and they leave a nasty taste
I swallow em whole and get the thizz face
Its laced wit nathin but game
I steal em from niggas that be cuff’n they dame
Im fuckin his main while he getting his grind on
Get bossed get cost get paid then im gone
My tone is loud sometimes
I scream at a bitch like she a crowd sometime
Tell her a thousand times hoe go make it happen
There consequences if she don’t make it happen
Im tryin to find some bitches that’s doe paper have’n
Only into one thang that’s mo paper have’n
You no paper have’n niggas is boosie
All at the function in a china men Gucci
Tryin to get cucci,you wine and dine chicks
Goin for it fallin for mind tricks
Im tryin to find chicks
That kno the requirement
To work towards a pimps
Early retirement
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Lyrics submitted by kelvin.
Bitches blow me til they aint got no spit left
Do it moven cuz slow niggas get left
Get left and miss da game like a sick ref
A quik left and a over hand right
A fat fo fo and some dojah and a mic
Are my weapons of mass destruction
And detectives no not to ask me nuthin
Im solid I mite speak the togalic
Drink derrty martini’s wit a Spanish olive
Garlic and cheese on my French bread
Swallow it please when I get head
Im pimp fed girls feed me well
Never would they let tha world see me fail
they bring me mail,like ima mail box
A pimp wit no gators
Airforce and shell tops
Back in the day I use to need the knockz
Posted at the spot I used to bleed the block
Servin weed n rocks often even hop
Never leaven the spot wuldnt even leave for cot
If I needed some cot I made a hutch come thru
Go deep when she bend over hut 1,2
Watcha wana do wit rude boy like me
Quik to come thru with crew so hyphy
If she don’t like me,she must be a lesbo
I get it nightly man that’s my schedule
Dre bletso im the quarterback
Whatever cost the most ima order that
Across tha border strapped
My essays come thru with fluff from peru
I come from a crew
of Cutthroats Bank robbers and dope dealas
Business with us nigga get yo fillins
Get out yo skrillin
live like a king to top of the heem pop u a thing
I don’t bust em half and they leave a nasty taste
I swallow em whole and get the thizz face
Its laced wit nathin but game
I steal em from niggas that be cuff’n they dame
Im fuckin his main while he getting his grind on
Get bossed get cost get paid then im gone
My tone is loud sometimes
I scream at a bitch like she a crowd sometime
Tell her a thousand times hoe go make it happen
There consequences if she don’t make it happen
Im tryin to find some bitches that’s doe paper have’n
Only into one thang that’s mo paper have’n
You no paper have’n niggas is boosie
All at the function in a china men Gucci
Tryin to get cucci,you wine and dine chicks
Goin for it fallin for mind tricks
Im tryin to find chicks
That kno the requirement
To work towards a pimps
Early retirement
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Lyrics submitted by kelvin.
These lyrics are not available for printing.
