Lyrics:
away so much)
Baby girl
Locked down in the pen (five minutes to chow)
Sorry I'm away so much (won't let me stay in touch)
One phone call a month
Yellow Benz
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
hold it down
When you round man the girls never lounge
Man I heard you a hound
Bruh man, that bitch need a pound
Tip, tip, tip bounce out her gown
mack that
Need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' in your life
Watch ya daddy get rich
Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3
Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C,
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro
heard they said I fell
Off Im like "How?"
Archie Davis birthday and Mr chow
Malibu fried lobster, couple 'rounds
Don't gossip about me, bitch hold it down
a left and a right
And you can tell by the smell it's a murder session tonight.
Chasing his mother through the house
Come here bitch
Continuing
the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks,
know"
But I'd beat her pussy up every round like Tito
Then I'd eat the hoe out, chow down like Fritos
Have her shake around, move that shit like a kilo
I
feel it
You can tell by the way I'm flowin', I'ma kill it
All that drank that we fuckin' pourin', we conceal it
This lil hoe tryna make some porn bitch
the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men
At nine, I was into crime,
shit
Grab your bitch by the hair, said she need a face lift
Likes the way I do it better when she want to take it
She a pretty penny but a dime's what
And always up for whatever
Check the scoreboard
We always up 11
High as fuck
Thinking we can touch heaven
Fucking in the back with my Jordan 7's
My bitch
But its been nine years since I've had a trim
The barber says
I can't reach the top of his head
7 foot man
(ha ha)I cannot hide
7 foot man
I
people.
That violence.
That pressure unreleased,
And in the centre is a child whose home was taken by a thief.
Progression.
Seven years I battled my
me a check now
Eat me like cat chow
Don't ask me why bitch
Ask me why now
The answer is simple
But I'll make it clear
Reflection is useless
Through
(boo-boo-boo-boom, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I spray the Tesla X, you need a new body (skrrt)
Fifty K, got my bitch a new body (ah)
You internet niggas, y'all punani (err,
but one thing
identity saying she is ONE SEVEN
For the movie imma go back and spit at her throw at
the chick like my name is Tech N9ne Bitch!
When I
we going fast now bitch"
Bitch if you think that we
Doin’ some shit now bitch
Just give me a couple months bitch
I told that bitch to buckle down
You
(Flame on)
Seven days, seven days, seven days a week
The freaks come out at night so we don't sleep
We just fuckin hustle and stay on our grind
While
this bitch
It's goin' down
Yeah, I'm the king
Now where my mufuckin' crown?
If you a boss, you a boss
Seven five, seven showers on her
Spend about
look at the bitch and i knew the bitch type
Yeah she loves to disrespect her dad she hates to fuck whites
She works at Raley's by the day Deja Vu by
eight years old, put racks on the stove
I was seven years old, make a bitch a touch toad I was six years old, tryna kick a nigga's door
I was five years
by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Nigga I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?
Yeah
I'm posted in
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