Lyrics:
holes in his ass
Don’t bother me, when I’m smoking the gas
She swallow me, her mouth holding my sack
I need some m’s, yeah I stay after bag
Well it’s
a room, room
(I'm VIP)
I need a Dime Piece
A fine breezy
Get on back
You can ride on the bike
Or in the 'Lac
(Hum broad)
Now we got everybody
[Intro: Pimpin' Ken]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what
Running on fumes, so I find a parked 'Lac at the bank/
Pop the cap and start syphoning gas from the tank/
I need a come up, huh, I need to numb up my nose/
my shit with my lyrics 4th down when I punt
It's crazy how people think life is a woman if so then she got her one helluva cunt
I'm thru changing what
[Featuring Lunasicc 151]
Chorus: see Bo
All I ever wanted was a pair of Nikes
A Lexus a mansion and eternal life
Maybe what it was I was
lost inside the bottle guess the liquor drowned it
Try not to get caught up on what I should've done
Ain't no father in my life I only needed one
Couple
I stretch my D., Ya'll dudes want my recipe?
Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an album or two
Then I might let you sign my shoe, that's just
'm trying to get paid
I mean look at how well I have my stuff displayed
And the cars drive by in a frickin parade
Cuz I've been doing this for almost two
to leave
I was made
And then I just breathe
There's a system that say that I am destined to bleed
By the horrors in blue
Now it's blood on the street,
spent what you sent and got icy on them hoes
Catch me out, up on tour, champagne is all I pour
Tell the waitress I need more
That playa shit
Champagne
what you know bout pressure
Hit from the back while I'm blowing out pressure
Couple bags in the lac yea I'll flip'em no pressure
Numbers going up
I'm not gettin tatted
Say i need to catch up like what's in the cabinet
You mustard up the strength I'm cold like custard
I'm an author you say yo
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
Play it bach play it bach
Song so cole dat it make you wanna play it bach
Play it bach play it bach
No matter what you roll from a Lac to a Maybach
hard to come by
And, you need to know someone just to get inside
That's one hell of a predicament
Even with a degree, you can't predict what's to be
We
the keys my nigga
I got the killaz on standby foe know who real in the hood
Bitch I went by landslide, you can't touch my chips bro
Doritos commercial, too
back
I just crashed my lac
I was drunk off jack
And had a bitch on my sac
She broke her neck
Died with her head in my lap
I didn't feel sorry
It's
Back one more again multi till the sun die
UGK for life good lord, good lord
It feels good to shine shine
Let's go
By the time you probably heard
With the hour glass full of crack rock and I got it on me
By my lonely I got it on me
I'm fortified, mortified
You seen what I seen in my mother's
I-I-I'ma need a rack
Oh, I'ma throw a bag in the air
By the time it hit the ground, better bring that ass over here
Everything, all the drinks on me
I need to cry
Cry
I need the emotion
I need to feel each passing day go by
By
I need the emotion
I need to love so hard I don't know what
and time
I'm still player extraordinaire debonaire
And I'm gone jack my slacks on this muthafuckin' track
And do what I'm supposed to do
Like this here
Thank
Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
Switched my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I don't need these problems
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