Lyrics:
phone, brrt-brrt)
I was in this bih boolin' in Bleveland (Brrt-brrt-brrt-brrt)
Parking lot pimpin', bitch
Poppin' a lot of shit (Yeah)
Cash, cash, cash,
get shot nigga
Its 3 o'clock need me like 3 shots
Mix the hennysee
Vodka maybe da ciroqc, okay
Had to hit the trap just to whip the pot
Don't come
cuz I had guns in my drawer
Shotgun under the bed and 2 rifles by the door
Crazy thoughts in my head they make me wanna get some more
I can get that
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no more
I'm the truth like air, got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know
i just might make bond
release me on my own
???? bak on the streets
with no employment
no doubt
without no cheese up in my pocket
tell me how
gon ride I'm not by ya Side
Asking bout me now dey like Who Am i
I am dat southwest nigga never Changed still don't talk alot
I am product of da good
damn bam
I love a yams, and the Ox tail, not in jail
Steady stackin my mail
Not in the tail
Watch me come thru and I'm just gonna what
Get fed t ro
damn bam
I love a yams, and the Ox tail, not in jail
Steady stackin my mail
Not in the tail
Watch me come thru and I'm just gonna what
Get fed t ro
Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul
And we all pray at night that we will get by
Just another story of my backroads life
A simple man raised up
to get a lift
Besides when your driven it's easyer to get a chick
So ani't no more parkin' lot pimpin' at the club I'm up in there
Seekin' little mama,
to get a lift
Besides when your driven it's easyer to get a chick
So ani't no more parkin' lot pimpin' at the club I'm up in there
Seekin' little mama,
to get a lift
Besides when your driven it's easyer to get a chick
So ani't no more parkin' lot pimpin' at the club I'm up in there
Seekin' little mama,
just murked myself
She wants that old thing back
That ride it like a pony
That "get up in the morning and put it on me"
She's so horny, she wants
A ice tray up in my mouth, I'm lookin' somethin' like a chandelier
You can call me the ice man, I cause a blizzard every time I breathe
Posted up
shot, who got put on lock
Nobody invited you and still you got up in the spot
Me, I'm not a witness, keep my distance, mind my business
You, somebody
Tony Snow, I'm out here livin' by the code
In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode
I'm lookin at you, you choosin' me my dick head
ho-in', these bitches love money, get with it
So I put 'em on, all of 'em grown, they get dope
And all you need to do is just give 'em a lil' coke
So I
mix match that designer
That lil nigga ain't even see me so I crept up right behind em
Yo bitch say she wanna eat me fuck I look like tryna deny her
a lot of states just in time for climate breakdown
Yeah the industrial world is out of control and of course corporations have turned everything into
[Intro - Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)]
(Peek a boo)
This is the true story about a young lady I know
(Peek a boo)
A walkin' zombie, product
to these bitches
I'm unbothered by yall
Look how my Jello booty Switches
And you sir
You look like the ghetto movie Bitches
I'm defending my friends
Cuz I
throw these hundreds get that ass out these pants
I'm just puttin' on, I'm all about da bread
She give me da money den she gon' give you da head
Sum'n
by her aura she wanna shot caller
Dippin' in the 'lac (slow) 3 in the back (oh)
2 if ya fat (aha) pimpin' is a fact
Fresh up out the street hot
'cause together they go hand in hand Oh yeah
(repeat)
[D: ]
She want to make me break code but I can't
I want to fire it up & hit it pass it
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