Lyrics:
and analysts
Come through drippin', I'ma set it off (drip)
Game out the gate, you can bet it off (game)
Quarterback got range if you block em' off (range)
xtra-large
Let 'em have it
Went out the house I think it was a Sunday
Nigga was runnin' with drop top drop havin' a fun-day
Kickin' it with my niggas
if you run you still get banged ya dig
Shots hit ya brain ya dig
Knock em out the frame ya dig
If you not build for this then don't jump in that
and the strip club hoes
The boys with the hard in the motherfuckin South
Bitch you ain't had a hit since I saw you break 'em out
[repeat 2X]
I'm a hog in
yo mans
Peter piper picked a peck of peppers
Bitch I pick the P
Put me in the ring with instrumentals
I'm gon' hit the beat
I chop a brick like I'm Jet
bitch, stupid thick, I'm tryna hit it from the back
Thousand dollars, all tens, lookin' like I'm sellin' crack
AT&T bangin' shit out like I'm Shaq
Got
you can't take it out the team, Ty my dealer
Mama's crib in sweats and slippers
Hit the weed It don't get realer than me
The clock done cut it's red
Then get it appraised
Perform for MC's with Bentley's and M3's
Burn bomb trees with mamis, sit under palm trees
[Cardan]
Some niggaz talk like P
em
Send a blitz, the gang gon' check em
I want the smoke by the way we address em
Got a plug, I had to finesse em
Burberry ion rock the sketchers
My
an end of the sanity.
Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggaz,
hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick).
Fuck what you've
And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em
Spike Lee'd
X'd out like a raver
In
Spike Lee'd
X'd out like a raver
In the light beams
Love & Hip Hop
Fuckin on a
WIDESCREEN
WAP
New drip
Had em slippin on the concrete
Amadeus
Fuck fame
Mask on yeah I feel like big van Vader aye
Wake up in the morning just to get that paper yeah
Please don't hit my line you can send that later aye
Ugh
[Chorus]
Make'Em Hit Rewind more then 55 times in my Rhyme
Presentation One of a Kind
Hit rewind more then 55 times in my rhyme
Presentation
Gotta get her off in the room, get her outta those panties (Get wicked)
Get her in the bedroom quick get hit with a whammy (Can't shake it)
Try to pass it
check
To get respect, like that y'all
Yeah, I'm rollin' by kind of high in a
Candy Shaw, got connects with the mob
Bill's payed up front, Black
Wait lemme get the tempo
Yeah I'm on the instrumental
Flexin' right there like I'm Kimbo
Sip the juice and gin akimbo
Chew dat bit just like a Mento
a mil
Watched em count it up And that's real money
I gotta hit up the plug again cause he got some real runtz (yeah)
Made a couple hits I was by myself
I
talkin' that bullshit, you might get housed
Smacked in your mouth, P's turnin it out
Money stackin and mackin' is what I'm talkin' about
I'm never
(What is it?)
It's pimpin', what.. (what is it?)
[Chorus: x2]
It's pimpin' with me, what is it with you?
Bitch hit the strip and do what you
on my white Ewings
I'm out the door
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti
Bitch, cause I'm
Cube]
Picture a nigga that's raw
Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on
Motherfuckers I slaughter, blow em out the water
Word to me, fuck
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
able to show me
You niggaz fooled
By niggaz portraying they gangsta
But they really police
If they untouchable
Promise these bullets gone grab'em
Hit
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