Lyrics:
Who but me? Muthafuckin' right, get it right
Papi of this motherfuckin' thing, truck tight
Rollin' with my niggas, we ain't lookin' for no fights
Now
the drip
Hair did with the lips glowing
Look at that thing right there got a grip
She put that whole thing on me
Break a whole bed when we back to the crib I
before, oh
By the time I make Albuquerque, she'll be working
And she'll probably stop at lunch
Just to give her, her sweet good thing a call
Oh,
smoking weed smokin on these trees
Keeps me at ease With these
Crazy things I see
Smokin on these trees, keeps me it seems
And I don't just where I'd
Be -
?
I had one and it was thirty five
Thousand plus one plus six makes seven
Thirty five thousand dollars and seven right?
Mothafucka can you buy that?
Cause I gotta be making my money
By robbing and stealing
Drug dealing try to make a million
And plus thinking bout feddy
And running my city in the city
straight
You told me things
That heroes must make
I'll do what you say
As long as you kneel
And I can be had
Without sex appeal.
Submitted by
on the grind
(Get up, get out there and make my motherfucking money, right now)
Forgot what I am, bitch? What am I?
I'm a pimp in every inch of the word
Every
give a damn 'cause she wylin', wylin' (Drop drop it down low)
Here we go!
What's the good news, we're the league weed?
Them Lac boys, got 'em with me
love
I need your time
When everything's wrong
You make it right
I feel so high
I come alive
I need to be free with you tonight
I need your
I see lots going on right now
I see things change
Yet 10 toes I'm here
I see lots going on right now
I see things change
I wish I would of seen
a hill)
Spinning on the ground (rollin' down a hill)
Your kissing makes me dizzy yeh
In the head (ooh yeh)
And I'm ballin'
I'm ballin'
I love this
nights
Lightin' pilot lights
I would be crept on my a mask on silent nights
Now I'm wonderin' and thinkin', how can a man make a sack ?
Flip a new Lac
And when you throw that ass back I be like go girl
You know the whole world know its a hoes world
And she always do that thing that make my toes curl
Them
and around the pole she goes
[Verse: B. Stille]
Get low, clean that pole
Climb up fast, slide down slow (that's right)
Girl, teach that class
Make that cash,
things right
So we can be together
I can make it better
I I can make it better
I don't plan to live life like this forever
We can make it better
We we can
man
Shakin people down, shinin the lights in our eyes
Treatin all of us like criminals, cause of where we live
And right in front of our kids!
Friday night
I was rocking to the beat, feeling all right
Everybody was dancing on the floor
Doing all the things they never did before
And then this
Ayyye turn the beat up
A lil bit more
Okay
Cut it right quick
Cut it right quick
A hold up bro phone
Keep ringing man
Let me make sure ain't nothing
your brain
That only leave one thing left behind to remain
Right now,
Life can only equal what you believe in
Right now,
I know a nigga that'll shoot
be long (long)
Before I get you by my side
And just hold you, tease you, squeeze you
Tell you what's been on my mind
I wanna make up right now
real pimp players don't never roll fake
I'm bout to hit Dove Way, get past Troy's
I'm dipping by myself, I'm bout to call up my boys
I pass by
already have the answers
First step and im out to do the right thing (first steep)
First step and im out to make the first king (first kings)
First step
to throw a right
Pull up in tha cut so they can pass us by
Get down in yo seat and get off tha brake light
They pulled up in tha back and blocked us from
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