Lyrics:
like clothes, ha
But I'm from Tha Pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you trust a ho? (why?)
'Cause a ho's a trick
I don't love them tricks
And we're introducing the starting lineup
We're gonna introduce now the North Clayton Eagles
Coached by James Gwynn
His starters, number 21,
by,
Sneakin by, creepin by tha corner to make sure I'm gone.
Imma kill y'all motherfuckerz. that's word to me, my Dipset fam, Killa C..
Every
like clothes, ha
But I'm from Tha Pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you trust a ho? (why?)
'Cause a ho's a trick
I don't love them tricks
a salamander/ they cant tell I'm frm tha ghetto or maybe they can but wit dis shmoney I'm mr Billionfold/ mr take uh piss in tha pool/mr ion want no tab cuz once
You can see tha pain in my eyes
Only if you knew what goes through my mind
They gone sleep on me till I get signed
Shout-out the ones who stuck by my
sent to no return but still was brought back
Nigga threw some slangs at me whoadie I caught that
I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack
Fuck tha lil hoe jus for saying tha you loved me
Wasted all my time on this bitch jus to fuck me
After all we did you jus left nothing for me
Now I
sent to no return but still was brought back
Nigga threw some slangs at me whoadie I caught that
I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack
These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone
Had to slam my door, hey had to slam my door
Mr. Yellow and white gold, I'mma keep bagging
wrong, settle I can be scandlous
By any necessary means,
Did I mention if you think you see me, wanna try
Hoppin off on yo ride and off on tha bird, tha
of Bow Weezy and
All tha other lil homies be easy and
I gotta do my thang to get da cheese again
You can't see me ya betta believe it mayne
Now I
chill by the villa
Shawty my drug and shawty my dealer
I was out shooting jets when I heard you that were aiming for pluto
Changing trajectory baby I
believe this dumb nigga thought that we was finna fade em (Lil dumbass)
Stab off in tha whip they ain't even see me fly past
I can't even put it in my lungs
Tha motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
Is definitely in the motherfuckin' house
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo Kurupt, run that shit
Niggas I grew up with,
nigga
Bitch tha huud shtayt nigga
All my bitches good nigga
Look
I got a lucrative business opportunity here for you
If you sell these bricks across
might as well
Do it by myself
I don't need no help
Finna top tha charts
Set myself apart
All these niggas narcs
Boppin' what I start
Can't be what your
north south west to tha east
They say, a nigga like me, I put the funk in tha streets
My lig go broke, I put the broke in the streets
I
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha mornin' by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh
Follow me down
Follow me down
Follow me down
By Mr Tom Hughes, ooh
My mama told me
My lil' sister too
"Women down the street, sonny
Gonna be
clothes
Always surrounded, by so many (HO!)
I'm a gigolo, always on the go
Everytime I turn around, I got another show
In the club, hit about three in
[k-roc]
K-roc and pookie bout gon and drop it crooked like we really can
Flossin in this bitch and go get funky bout my dividends
See I'm gon be tha
Niggas Pinocchio
They cappin an
They Nosy
Heard about me
By yo bitch but
You dont know me
Ain't shit changed
I'm still on PO
Smokin OZs
Did tha plug
and slide and ride by high
No regard to a busta like you
On the streets, on the yard
Smash a busta like you
I'ma - peel your paint and slap your bitch
I'ma -
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