Lyrics:
[T.I. & Big Kuntry]
Yeah
Yeah
Come on (Hey)
PSC, Uh
(Y'all niggas) What (Y'all niggas)
What Pimp Squad shortay
What you know about them
What they know?
Man I don't know
But he got a label now
Them boys, the PSC (hell)
I heard Atlantic gave 'em a deal for
2 or 3 mill. (ay, shawty)
(for real nigga?)
[Chorus]
Look what I got
A old school, a truck and a drop
So next time you think them niggas is hot
Shawty, look what I got
The respect of the niggas and G's
So next time you say them niggas is G's
You probably lookin' at me
A what, we ballin'
Bought the bar for the broads
So next time you think them niggas is hard
Shawty, look at the squad
I'm buyin' yachts, have the streets on lock
So next time you think yo' peeps on top
Pimpin, look what I got
I'm well known in the hood
Like the dope man phone number
Roll anything I can throw some 24's under
Nigga talk bad 'bout the man
But I shole wonder
Why the dope boys fuck with 'em
And the hoes love 'em
Very little promotions on this album
Never heard of 'em
But it's jammin' like the fuck
Was jumpin' out the stores
Cause I was born in the raid
And I'm made in the streets
I done played in the days
In the shade in the streets
I say I rapped in the trap
With the best in the streets
Shot craps in the back
You know the rest, nigga please
You doin' business with me
You best invest in some skills
I sell slopes of snow
I don't fuck with little blow nigga
Got 80 k's, it's gone take a little more (to what?)
Outbust me then
ATL in this motherfucker
You don't like it, nigga
Kiss my motherfucking ass
Get a Benz then talk, nigga
I don't give a fuck what you think about that little bitty-ass house you got
Nigga, get a house on a lake
Then come tell me something, nigga
You don't like down south
Fuck you then
Got plenty dick for your mouth
Ho ass nigga
I can fight
Come see bout me
Ho ass nigga
PSC in this motherfucker
Outbust me then
ATL in this motherfucker
You don't like it, nigga
Kiss my motherfuckin ass
Get a Benz then talk, nigga
I don't give a fuck what you think about that little bitty-ass house you got
Nigga, get a house on a lake
Then come tell me somethin, nigga
You don't like down south
Fuck you then
Got plenty dick for your mouth
Ho ass nigga
I can fight
Come see bout me
Ho ass nigga
PSC in this muthafucka
I put a hole in the chest of any nigga trying to be the best
Who the fuck you think you trying to impress
I express stress for any nigga out there lying to the press
I'll put your soul to rest
Wherever you be at, pack your gat
'cause police want to know where the bitches and the money at
But fuck it, bust it, we'll discuss it
On a later date when you see me wit Frankie in the Cutlass
(Chorus)-(Busta Rhymes)
Sorry homeboy but your flow sound used
Got to pay ya dues, baby, you know the rules (4x)
(Coco Brovaz)
Me said, dem not ready, dem not really ready
Fa test this, dem not really ready, fa test this, spliff
Dem not really ready fa test this, a black spliff
That I roll wide and pass it over to the side
P.S.C, Coco be smoking up the ride
We got a job to do (for who) never no mind you
The time is now, it's going down, I'm glad I found you
Yo ?
The wait is over here we go again I'm back in the play
I sell another couple mill and put it back in the A
I take another couple mill and put it back in the safe
5 cash for the crib on the back of the lake
I'm up in Crucial 2 stepping with the gat in the waist
TI ain't in the street no more fo hard dat what they say
The men trying when you say you have to be great
The pistol hit you in the face your teeth they have to replace
That's if you lucky n**** trust me it don't hurt me to take
A 100 thousands to them Hait you'll be murdered today
[Chorus]
Women sweating when they see me
I'm apparently hot
Had the album of the year
N**** Grammy or not
Remember all day I used to stand in the spot
With two revolvers in my pocket pitchin' handling rocks
But now chart topping in a car I ain't got
I am the number one customer at my own car lot
You want ot know how much money I'm makin' just imagine a lot (10-20)
I'm probably making more than you'd imagine I got (30-40)
Listen closer I need to know if you understand me or not
Because you disrespecting me you and your man will be shot
[Chorus]
Went from the king of the south
To the king of the states
Riding in a car you probably never seen in the states
No idea how much yeah I can bring in the states
You can get a hundred on em 4 million a day
Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million in a day
But it's an American gangsta right here in your face
And you don't want to see PSC in the scene with AK
You think you runnin' up and robbin' that ain't even the case
Just 'cause you get away that don't mean its OK
You a dead man walkin' and I mean it OK?
The men trying when you see 'em boy you have to be great
The pistol hit you in the face your teeth they have to replace
That's if you lucky nigga trust me it don't hurt me to take
A 100 thousands to them Haitians you'll be murdered today
[Chorus]
Women sweating when they see me I'm apparently hot
Had the album of the year nigga Grammy or not
Remember all day I used to stand in the spot
With two revolvers in my pocket pitchin' handling rocks
But now chart topping in a car I ain't got
I am the number one customer at my own car lot
You want to know how much money I'm makin' just imagine a lot (10-20)
I'm probably making more than you'd imagine I got (30-40)
Listen closer I need to know if you understand me or not
Because you disrespecting me you and your man will be shot
[Chorus]
Went from the king of the south to the king of the states
Riding in a car you probably never seen in the states
No idea how much yay' I can bring in the states
You can get a hundred on 'em four million a day
Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million in a day
But it's an American gangsta right here in your face
And you don't want to see PSC in the scene with AK
You think you runnin' up and robbin' that ain't even the case
Just 'cause you get away that don't mean its OK
You a dead man walkin' and I mean it OK?
"Heavy Chevys"
[T.I. and Big Kuntry Talking]
Yeah
Yeah
Come on (Hey)
PSC, Uh
(Yall niggas) What (Yall niggas)
What Pimp Squad shortay
What you know about them
What they know?
"A píše vše,mi na mou PSČ
Nedávám tyhle rytmy,zas tak výjimečně
Si pro mě výjimečná,tak zůstaň ještě
Teď ztrácíš se mi v dáli,pod kapky deště"
A píše vše,mi na mou PSČ
Nedávám tyhle rytmy,zas tak výjimečně
Si pro mě výjimečná,tak zůstaň ještě
Teď ztrácíš se mi v dáli,pod kapky deště
A píše vše,mi na mou PSČ
Nedávám tyhle rytmy,zas tak výjimečně
Si pro mě výjimečná,tak zůstaň ještě
Teď ztrácíš se mi v dáli,pod kapky deště
Pod kapky deště
se mi smívá naše story,na další příště
Ze nebude už další (sorry)
Jsem procestoval hory
,abych potvrdil si ze znám sebe jako nikdo tady jen max moji bruders only
Jsem legendary only,jako item v tvojem inventáři
Teď dělám to co sklidím teď,hned a ne ve staří
Žijeme jen jednou,proto dělám to sa mi páči
Moje texty můj odkaz,pro starsi i možná i mladší
A píše vše,mi na mou PSČ
Nedávám tyhle rytmy,zas tak výjimečně
Si pro mě výjimečná,tak zůstaň ještě
Teď ztrácíš se mi v dáli,pod kapky deště
A píše vše,mi na mou PSČ
Nedávám tyhle rytmy,zas tak výjimečně
Si pro mě výjimečná,tak zůstaň ještě
Teď ztrácíš se mi v dáli,pod kapky deště
Never talk to those that sat on them benches
Boy, I was in the game on 4th and inches
These niggas want the business
I'ma give these boys the business
See you fuckin' wit' the boy that told Todd to fuck Christmas
Got all these hoes trippin'
Got all these hoes strippin'
And we ain't PSC but them bitches know we tippin'
I just bought a pint and ain't none of y'all sippin'
Make my friends buy they own, fuck, I'm tired of bein' friendly
Ain't gotta lie just to try to be wit' me
Bitches up in heaven waitin' at the god to be wit' me
I'm crazy for bein' Wayne or is Wayne just crazy?
[Intro]
Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, you niggas better exit
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
A-s-a-p, A-S-A-P
I'm on my grind, grand hustle
Got the mind and the muscle
50 carrots in the crown just to shine on you suckers
I still tote the Glock 40 for the haters and the busters
Fuck probation, if a nigga try to play me I'ma bust him
Don't need no security, reaching for my jewelry
Get you niggas popped quick, filled full of hot shit
Fresh out the box Tip hot than a drop 6
Made a quarter mil' in the penn givin' stock tips
Haters want to stop Tip, mad 'cus they not Tip
Ball every summer so your baby mama jock Tip
You don't no drama pimp, I promise I do not slip
Chrome 4-5th, hid well if the cops trip
Bought my girl a Hummer with the chrome right in front of that
Five karat stones with the platinum all up under that
Rap beef I ain't gonna participate in none of that
I'm aimin' at your fitted cap and you ain't gonna want none of that
[Chorus]
(Asap asap asap)
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggas hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
I know a lot of rappers don't like me, but they won't fight me
Feds swear I sell dope, well why they won't indict me?
Look girl you sexy as you want to be
But you just a want to be
I can't help ya
I don't love ya
I just met ya I might shove ya
Will I plug ya to some niggas that'll drop some change in yo purse
Hoe what I look like I ain't no trick bitch you gone chose big pimpin first
On God's green earth I shall not hurt
For money food shelter or work
Louie, Henny, Remy, or Urp
Chicken, dimes, hoes in skirts
I'm in my truck smoking purp
Tryin' to see how many flirt
Riding round the A.T.L. on the baddest bitch search
Yeah I did a concert but I don't want to talk about it
You say like that freaky shit well freaky bitch be about it
Or candy truck you jumped bitch you can jump up out it
I ain't yo man so I ain't gone shout wit ya
I'm headed to yo crib and its straight lights out with ya
[Chorus: x2]
Hey we the hype now the limelight is ours now
Broads coming at us like they want to fuck us right now
[Repeat: x2]
Sexy, gorgeous, beautiful
Would you do something real freaky tonight
Now call me Bruce Lee or that pimp I got that glow I'm limelight
How can life go wrong when I got a brainiac that swallows pipe
She roam the streets like its Halloween so tricks can trick or treat all night
My pimping keep them hoes hooked like I had them jays on that white
Riding out in a Hummer which I call a lunch box
Standing on 26s which I call 'em high tops
Candy red paint on that yeah that thing a cherry pop
All peanut butter seats always leather never cloth
Hoe you couldn't wipe my pimping off if you had a rag
Yeah she knows her pops but I'm the one she calls dad
Straight swerving in the whip passing blunts taking drags
Watching DVD's in the truck while she out there selling ass
[Chorus]
Peanut butter, Royal Chocolate
Caramel Jazzebell
I offer dick you offer ass for sell
Now you ask a player
See me shining getting right
Finally coming up call me pimp tight
What you'll do for the limelight
Them bisexuals I call 'em klinedikes
Vanilla want a nut on Sunday
Fill hot fudge in the middle of her tummy
Butter pecan white chocolate love day
Niggaz looking fly so remember where the hershay
Hoes at Davana of the scanna
Pussy split on my banana
Take they pic on who they gone sample
To Michigan back down to Alabama
Popped hypnotic be the flavor
That water their jaws for the milk they shake up
Captain save em
A.K. just gone lace up the beat
To be a suckers favorite
Top it off for the celebration
After I bang her I'll let you cake her
You were too seet she needed a banger
Make her melt let it drip through her fingers
Sexy, gorgeous, beautiful
Would you do something real freaky tonight
Now I'm in the limelight
This rose gold bring plenty dikes
They come around to service me because they know I lay the pipe
I'm running wit the king we in different cities every night
Broads stripping out they clothes before the D.J. pass the mic
Puerto Rican mama citas, Asian bitches mixed wit white
They come to see the P$C in many skirts and see threw tops
I love this life
That's main reason I ain't settle down ain't got no wife
I'm down wit the squad
Done wit the hard
I be pimping these hoes for the rest of my life
Sexy women freaky ladies
Squeezing T.I.P.'
(I'm tha King)
T.I.P., Atlanta's own King of the South, shawty
(I'm tha King)
Yea, yea, yeah, better keep my name out ya mouth, shawty
(I'm tha King)
Yeah, PSC, nigga, aye, aye
All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne
(I'm tha King)
If ain't want no trouble leave, shit, shoulda left the man alone
It's been seen, shown and evident Atlanta's known
Tha King been the one representing all of Atlanta's zones
Back when niggas was representing Atlanta wrong
Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on
The big screen then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
(I'm tha King)
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From the Carolinas, Virginia to David Banner's home
I'm well connected, haters, best to mind ya manners homes
I got a nickel-plated 38 but hey, the hammer chrome
And it shine like ya should set the phantom on
In it see me riding, getting blown like the saxophone
Hey shawty, spit the shit, it takes to cut a candle on
If I ain't on ya tube, dude, you must got ya channel wrong
I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer
Sucker MC's outta call me sire
Ya songs okay but I'm on fire
(I'm tha King)
24 inches on my rims and tires
I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer
(I'm tha King)
Sucker MC's outta call me sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will not stop and I won't retire
I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
(I'm tha King)
No fame, no celebrity sponsors
Just a game and a flow that was bonkers
Nigga, front if ya wanna
Dead niggas like the bitches from 'Monster'
Now you been told so don't say I ain't warned ya
And don't let it alarm ya when ya leaking then the reapers upon ya
Speak on me and I'm creepin' upon ya, say that I ain't tha King
But you just sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya
All the hating, is no time to respond, I miss tryin' to conjure up
A way to get experience and launder
Hey, I thought ya record company conned ya
Into signing a deal, shy of a mill 'cause they really ain't want ya
Moving yay, it's safe to say that they own to ya
So it's time to move on to real estate
And get cake selling big estates
(I'm tha King)
I'm King of the South now but it's fifty states
I'ma spread out and I'll eliminate, who in the way?
The men trying when you see 'em boy you have to be great
The pistol hit you in the face your teeth they have to replace
That's if you lucky nigga trust me it don't hurt me to take
A 100 thousands to them Haitians you'll be murdered today
[Chorus]
Women sweating when they see me I'm apparently hot
Had the album of the year nigga Grammy or not
Remember all day I used to stand in the spot
With two revolvers in my pocket pitchin' handling rocks
But now chart topping in a car I ain't got
I am the number one customer at my own car lot
You want to know how much money I'm makin' just imagine a lot (10-20)
I'm probably making more than you'd imagine I got (30-40)
Listen closer I need to know if you understand me or not
Because you disrespecting me you and your man will be shot
[Chorus]
Went from the king of the south to the king of the states
Riding in a car you probably never seen in the states
No idea how much yay' I can bring in the states
You can get a hundred on 'em four million a day
Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million in a day
But it's an American gangsta right here in your face
And you don't want to see PSC in the scene with AK
You think you runnin' up and robbin' that ain't even the case
Just 'cause you get away that don't mean its OK
You a dead man walkin' and I mean it OK?
(It's not my fault, it's in my DNc)
(Miko Malo Baby)
(Let's go, let's tell the truth)
Hey I know that DNc
Listen to my PSc.
You know what Im gonna say
cll boys are the same.
Hey I know that DNc
Listen to my PSc.
You know what Im gonna say
cll boys are the same.
SIN PODER CONTINUcR
SIN PODER cVcNZcR
EL MUNDO VICERcL
COLcPSc
DESQUICIc...
(I'm tha King)
T.I.P., Atlanta's own King of the South, shawty
(I'm tha King)
Yea, yea, yeah, better keep my name out ya mouth, shawty
(I'm tha King)
Yeah, PSC, nigga, aye, aye
All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne
(I'm tha King)
If ain't want no trouble leave, shit, shoulda left the man alone
It's been seen, shown and evident Atlanta's known
Tha King been the one representing all of Atlanta's zones
Back when niggas was representing Atlanta wrong
Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on
The big screen then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
(I'm tha King)
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From the Carolinas, Virginia to David Banner's home
I'm well connected, haters, best to mind ya manners homes
I got a nickel-plated 38 but hey, the hammer chrome
And it shine like ya should set the phantom on
In it see me riding, getting blown like the saxophone
Hey shawty, spit the shit, it takes to cut a candle on
If I ain't on ya tube, dude, you must got ya channel wrong
I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer
Sucker MC's outta call me sire
Ya songs okay but I'm on fire
(I'm tha King)
24 inches on my rims and tires
I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer
(I'm tha King)
Sucker MC's outta call me sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will not stop and I won't retire
I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
(I'm tha King)
No fame, no celebrity sponsors
Just a game and a flow that was bonkers
Nigga, front if ya wanna
Dead niggas like the bitches from 'Monster'
Now you been told so don't say I ain't warned ya
And don't let it alarm ya when ya leaking then the reapers upon ya
Speak on me and I'm creepin' upon ya, say that I ain't tha King
But you just sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya
All the hating, is no time to respond, I miss tryin' to conjure up
A way to get experience and launder
Hey, I thought ya record company conned ya
Into signing a deal, shy of a mill 'cause they really ain't want ya
Moving yay, it's safe to say that they own to ya
So it's time to move on to real estate
And get cake selling big estates
(I'm tha King)
I'm King of the South now but it's fifty states
I'ma spread out and I'll eliminate, who in the way?
[Intro]
And in case you gorgot, I'm the king
Yea, yea, hey, hey, hey, hey who I'm is nigga (I'm the king)
T.I.P., Atlanta's own king of the south shawty (I'm the king)
Yea, yea, yeah, better keep my name out ya mouth shawty (I'm the king)
Yeah, PSC nigga, hey, hey
[Verse 1]
All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne
If he ain't want no trouble he just should of left the man alone
This the scene shown and evident Atlanta's known
The king's been the one representing all of Atlanta's zones
Back when niggas been representing Atlanta wrong
Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on
The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes,
From the Carolinas, Virginia, to David Banner's home
I'm well connected haters, best to mind ya manners homes
I got a nickel-plated 38, but hey the hammer chrome
And it shine like ya should set the phatom on
In it see me riding, getting blown like a saxphone
Hey shawty spitting shit it takes to put a candle on
If I ain't on ya tube dude, you must got ya channel wrong
[Chorus]
I'm the king of the south, there's is none flyer
Sucker MC's outta call me sire, ya songs ok, but I'm on fire
24 inches on my rims and tires
I'm the king of the south, there is none flyer
Sucker MC's outta call me sire, you was on top
But I pass right by ya, I will not stop, I won't retire
I came, I saw, I conquered (OK) with no big names
No fame, no celebrity sponsors
Just the game and a flow that was bonkers
Nigga front if ya want to, I dead niggas like the bitches from "Monster"
Now you been told, so don't say I ain't warn ya and don't
Let it alarm ya, when ya leaking, and the reapers upon ya
See dopeman and I'm creeping upon ya, say that I ain't the king
But you just sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya
All the hating, is no time to respond to, I miss tryin to conjure up
A way to get experience and launder, hey I thought ya record company
Con ya in to signing a deal shy of a mill cause they really ain't want ya
Moving yay it's safe to say that they own ta ya
So it's time to move on to real estate, and get cake selling bigger stakes
I'm king of the south now, but there's fifty states
Cause I'ma spread out and I'll eliminate who in the way
I'm 24 today, give to I'm 28
I'll be ruler of all that I survey and not just in the state
See I bend just to win, but I ain't finna break
Most you niggas fake, and I'll say it in ya face
[Chorus]
(PSC):
Hey, it only gets better now
We committed ourselves to improving the sounds that you hear
Brotha From Anotha, PSC
Making it hard for emcee's to last up in this under scene
Kept 'em wondering why some even tried to front
Like an underling squad was even needed
Weeded out the pot suspects of the lyrical theft
Now we shape shift, loopin' it with the skills of a vet
With mic checks one, too many of you emcees let us down
As I clown with The Grouch
About the range of things that the cool men rap about
In and out, my verse plays with the beat
Hide'n'seek, Marko Polo for the weak flows
I'ma let you know who's in control
Tag my name on the back of your stereo (PSC!)
But you don't know me
You be hatin' and I see why
'Cause you don't know me
Hey once again let me remind you nigga you don't know me
So don't be walkin' up and askin' whats the deal ona Ki
I don't know if you wearin' wires you could be the police
If I was slangin' dope you couldnt get an OZ
See me at the PSC follow thru and tha show deep
Homies holdin' up the doe, 'cause they know we tote heat
I just wanna wrap a C, blow a dro ina flee
Only playin' bout a dozen different pictures in a week
I just wanna chill with country and his daddy Freddy G
Ballin' out every time, every stone is but a G
Wanna ball in the Bahamas courtesy of KT
Fact I only gotta Mill, as well as a dolla DP
Ak house on the hill right next to JG
Every week be there for lunch, busta blunt and eat free
Get in day paid Lil Craig dead meat
That's the only shot we got at gettin' cap back on the streets
You might see me in the street
But nigga you don't know me
When ya holla on the street
Rememba you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin'
Nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggas you my partna
Nigga you don't know me
Don't be recruitin' keep it movin'
Nigga you don't know me
Hey I ain't trippin' but the truth is
Really you don't know me
Ya you know they call me T.I.
. & Daz]
Y'all niggas know how we do this shit
T.I, that nigga Daz....you know what I mean
This my life, your life, our life, his life.live it to the fullest
One time for Pac, we miss you nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah
One time for Shorty be, keepin' it pimpin' (Aye)
PSC, Grand Hustle, pimp (yeah)
Fuck nigga, let this be a lesson to ya, yeah, yeah, yeah
Y'all niggas better start training man
You better be a damn good ducker nigga,
When I goddamn let loose with this chopper, you understand that
I ain't playin' with y'all niggas, Once the motherfuckin' judge
Slam that goddamn gaffel nigga and let a motherfuckin' case beat nigga
I'm at ya'll ass nigga..Mark my motherfuckin' words, Fuck boys
I'm laying low for a reason pimp, ha, fuck niggas
Eat me up, she say that's on the flo like bae let's have a picnic
I know for a fact this bitch the one
Her ass just like a penny
Wet as fuck she know that we the wave
Her ass got Tsui vision
Lose control when she a nigga
Guess she really missy
I need BIc and I need Lakeyah
That's a GOcTED threesome
I need Tunechi with that Thriller singer
That's a GOcTED feature
It's the biggest show when I pop out this, Lil Cease crena
Hold on whoa, hold on yeah
I be in my satchel yes
She give that hey batter neck
Throwback and I madden catch
Feel like I'm a million dolla' nigga still ain't had it yet
Feel like she got million dolla cooch, I still ain't hit it yet
Walking round in thousand dolla' shoes, and still go grab the checks
PSc, need a VMc when I pop out and flex
TBH, I need Hilly Banks feel like Jazzy Jeff
CNc, but she don't fuck wit scrubs
She where daddy at
Like to keep dat bih below the waist
She my fanny pack
It's the O, this shit green as fuck
I got cpple Jacks
She a monster wit that smitty yup
She give Yo Gabba neck
Told her strip, this a Vegas trip
This Nevada sex
Feel like Uncle Luke
We too live in this bitch
Come outside, we outside
It's a vibe in this bitch
We got 10 freaky girls
It's a hive in this bitch
She been working day shift
It's V Live in this bitch
10 freaky girls
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky
10 freaky girls
PSc, bring em' out
10 freaky girls
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky
10 freaky girls
PSc, bring em' out, where they at
She wanna eat the dick ain't gotta whip, this bitch Uber eats
Only thankful for the yams that she bring she gone spread the yeets
Dr Lee, I can't read the sheet shit Im gone feel the beat
I just mixed the ratchet wit the stick now this bitch Pretty Vee
Five star meal asparagus and now my piss stink
Willy wonka gold ticket on my wrist the big P
10 freaky bitches on this boat might make the ship sink
c few skinny bitches shit you know I love a slim piece
I put the belt up on to this bitch and now she call me Pootie T
Love a bitch wit Double Ds I tell a bitch come hooter me
Coldest nigga you gone meet my heart so cool mr freeze
Come get freaky for a nigga like that shit by Missy E
Feel like Uncle Luke
We too live in this bitch
Come outside, we outside
It's a vibe in this bitch
We got 10 freaky girls
It's a hive in this bitch
She been working day shift
It's V Live in this bitch
10 freaky girls
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky
10 freaky girls
PSc, bring em' out
10 freaky girls
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky
10 freaky girls
PSc, bring em' out, where they at
From the North, this for lil Saint
Feel like Ye and Kim
365 in a 3.9.2 I chose to spin again
Be foreal I feel like Ezal
Tryna see the shit
Nah fr watch me spin this bitch this bitch a Ferris wheel
Ferris wheel, got 10 freaky girls
Pick yo starting five
Shit I want her, I want her, and her
Mannn don't be stingy now
I want her like that singing chick
We do damage now
Shit it's Chris Tucker how we pick ‘em out, let's up the body count
[Chorus]
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
She got ho tendencies
Plus she fucked the whole P$C
Gon' set it out pimpin'
Come on nigga keep it G
She got it from her momma
Oh yes she's a nasty freak
Plus she like 'em you like Boomerang's Lasy Eloise
And ya girl swallows till her voice goes hoarse
She had all kinds of dick tangled up her spinal cord
The laws of physics couldn't explain how her legs behind her head
While she givin' head hangin' off the edge of the bed
Thought she had a milkshake when her bang pop out her head
Pussy fat like Bone Crusher plus the ho ain't "Never Scared"
She licked all the dogs balls scratched all the pussycats
So she goes both ways, yeah she's a brainiac
Knowin' this information how can you be cuffin' that and lovin' that
Already they heard another one they hittin' that and gettin' that
I know you want the ho she like clothes, very trendy
But you need to set her out and stop being stingy
If you got you a ho, I'll tell you what to do
Gon' set the ho out, I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho, I'll tell you what to do
Gon' set the ho out, I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho, I'll tell you what to do
Gon' set the ho out, I'll tell you what to do
Don't cuff her, set her out
Don't cuff her, set her out
If you got you a ho, I'll tell you what to do
I'm ol' school Boney, they call me Frank the Tank
The footlong polish sausage boy, streakin' on that drank
I'm the one that get them panties off when they say ya can't
I don't feed a ho shit nothin' but dick and candy paint
I love it when they say they saints, bitch you must be from New Orleans
I'm from the A.T.L. shawty that's what I said she out her jeans
Freaky, freaky wild things constitute for wettest dreams
A white mask and black cape tryin' to make these bitches scream
She nasty as a Luke record, mouth is a cum drain
She goin' up and down on that jeezy do that damn thang
She don't want a damn thing she do it on the face
And she do it all day cause she really love the taste
It's a waste if you tryin' to keep that action to yo damn self
We'll tag team me and shawty share the same belt
It don't really matter if you dig her or you dis her man
Do your boy a favor when you out don't kiss her man
[Chorus]
Any real pimp'll know
The kind of chick I'm lookin' fo'
Actresses in movies and the models in the video
Call me Deuce Bigalow, cold blooded gigolo
Give the ho the rod then tell her let my nigga go
Pussy pumper number one'lll hit the club and pick a ho
Let her hit the dro then swing her by the liquor sto'
Feed her ho snacks, everything you get you get to go
We ain't on no date what you eatin' drinkin' sittin' fo'
Walkin' through the hotel me and five and six or mo'
Any ho'll tell you he a balla he trickin' though
P$C around it's goin down you better get ya ho
Have her gettin' loose tongue kissin' on the patio
Well known groupie let her momma and her daddy know
First she yellin' give it to me then she yellin' daddy no
Man I feed her Oreos, you take your freak to Pappadeaux's
Me and C and Kuntry we be flip floppin' swappin' hoes
[Chorus]
The men trying when you see 'em boy you have to be great
The pistol hit you in the face your teeth they have to replace
That's if you lucky nigga trust me it don't hurt me to take
A 100 thousands to them Haitians you'll be murdered today
I'm a real nigga homie tote six figures only
Gotta pistol you don't want it boy you know what it is
I'm way flyer my pays way higher
If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is
Ain't about drama you don't want no problems
I'll up that Llama boy you know what it is
I get money all I count is big money
Dick is all she get from me boy you know what it is
Ay ay ay ay ay, boy you know what it is
Women sweating when they see me I'm apparently hot
Had the album of the year nigga Grammy or not
Remember all day I used to stand in the spot
With two revolvers in my pocket pitchin' handling rocks
But now chart topping in a car I ain't got
I am the number one customer at my own car lot
You want to know how much money I'm makin' just imagine a lot (10-20)
I'm probably making more than you'd imagine I got (30-40)
Listen closer I need to know if you understand me or not
Because you disrespecting me you and your man will be shot
I'm a real nigga homie tote six figures only
Gotta pistol you don't want it boy you know what it is
I'm way flyer my pays way higher
If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is
Ain't about drama you don't want no problems
I'll up that Llama boy you know what it is
I get money all I count is big money
Dick is all she get from me boy you know what it is
Ay ay ay ay ay, boy you know what it is
Went from the king of the south to the king of the states
Riding in a car you probably never seen in the states
No idea how much yay' I can bring in the states
You can get a hundred on 'em four million a day
Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million in a day
But it's an American gangsta right here in your face
And you don't want to see PSC in the scene with AK
You think you runnin' up and robbin' that ain't even the case
Just 'cause you get away that don't mean its OK
You a dead man walkin' and I mean it OK?
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