Lyrics:
ladies by my side, I need more (bitch)
"Baby, baby, let me be your wife," she gotta go
Got the money long, need it wide, I need more
Pink spinners on my
Pink Whitney
Rockin' this Yves Saint Laurent, bitch, go crazy
I need to cool down, lil' bitch, I need A.C.
That ain't my bitch, hell nah, she ain't with
(uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds and them shits hit pink
Got cold, had to go get a mink
New finger
ain't the shooter
(?)
Riding shotty in the chevy (?) know as a Krueger
Lyrical ruler (?)
You lukewarm, boy, go get you a cooler please
Your bitch
Jake for dick and Ki
They loving the mixed flavors lift ya pink and clink
London to main state, I'm major, Miss AB
They fucking with young savior, make
head
Take her to the DR
Got her hair braided by the beach
This bitch kinda cute
And that pussy kinda sweet (Sweet sweet)
Tangerine that pussy fruity
Baby
them people living their lives (living their lives)
We're feeling alive
[Chorus]
She's like a star in the sky, Pink Lady
When she walks by, Pink
on the skis (uh)
Watch your bitch at night she on her knees (grah, blaow)
Please, thirty rack always packin'
I'm on top never slackin' (ish)
Uh, Dave's entered
Dressed up for your burial
Read you like a librarian
You girls are lookin scarier
Want beef? The more the merrier
I'm that pink bitch
I'm the Pinkprint
Made
roses |not just any kind of roses |I want pink pink pink pink roses |I want pink roses ||he ran off in a flash |with a little bit of cash to miss
lisp
Your bitch I kiss
Your bitch I miss
I’m your prince, pink panther or the grinch
Too many layers in this bitch
Dracula’s castle so cold it’ll make
the lights
Your boyfriend got you super tight
You wanna baller so you bother me in spite
Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck
pipe is so yellow
The blue polka dots
Pink stripes and it's pink on the title
Nigga fuck your role model bitch
I'm my own idol and
If you can't face it
but you know you can try your luck
If you please, ima get it by any means, independently, but simply
But I could not go for a mil, still so I prolly
Misunderstood"
Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good
Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey
Take it to the limit and let it go by
Play it for Carl
So, by the time I get to you it'll be all play
Dancin' my tongue around where your pink drawers lay
We freaks but you creep's y'all wanna peek y'all
have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to
marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me.
I am in the tall tower of Swamp
baby
Might buy you something, that head good
Now let me pinch on that donkey lady
Drop that bitch, drop that bitch
Drop that bitch
Drop that bitch, drop
excuse me Miss Thang with your nose ring
The way your body swing, you make a nigga wanna sing
I can tell by the bling-bling, you like the finer things
Can have his and her whips in blue And pink
So what you think?
Umm…yea we'll take two please
Yep
Overdue and under looked
Tell me something that I don't
No more parties in LA
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
No more parties in LA
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
No more (Los Angeles)
(yeah)
Told so many lies to these broads (too many lies)
Blew so much money, poped so many bottles
Yeah I fucked a bitch just because (just because)
confession please don't miss
Baby let me put one on your lips lets conceal with a kiss
Luv me sweet thing
Yo sing it, yo sing it come on
My lady, lady, Luv
The DOC- Hey yo Dre (yeah, what's happening?)
Have you ever met this female by
The name of ah Tairrie B?
Dr dre- yeah, yeah, I met her
The DOC-
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