Lyrics:
a trick
Or we can do it old fassion and classic and rent out a club
Bring Wyte and the six for the muthafucka and let us tear it up
Either way we gon get
Pimpish
Jealous When I Ride By
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish
Feelin Real Pimpish
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish
[Verse 1: Lil Wyte]
I'm Feelin Real Damn Pimpish,
do not play by money, I need that shit now
Black and white like a cow
Beat the pussy make it meow
Yeah, I got that choppa on deck
Come at me, I might
Ay, yea
Trillville
Yeah Lil Wyte nigga
Hypnotize
Y'all better get that shit right nigga
We don't give a fuck tonight nigga
Ay, y'all niggaz
Let's do it, How much they gon pay me a show
Lil nigga you not my level
In a foreign tryna get away
Fuck these hoes that safe to say
Fuck these hoes
older
Run up on me, choppa move you like Obito you get rocked, you get bouldered
Give the niggas the cold shoulder
Like KKK, lil' boy
Chopper, finna
Bitch not a chump
Got the choppa by the pump
No this ain't a lil pump my niggas shooting from the jump
Bitch I'm shooting from the jump
Bitch I'm
whole clip and than I fucking fled the scene
Get you stretched, Limousine, play with me lil nigga bout that action you a Figurine
Watch my Choppa split
whole clip and than I fucking fled the scene
Get you stretched, Limousine, play with me lil nigga bout that action you a Figurine
Watch my Choppa split
in the back seat
Go to P they don't tax me
Why my ex still trying text me
Back at this shit man I feel like the matrix
I got the choppa on me with
evidence that I ever did epinephrine, but I'm bettin' it's true
Just kidding,
I ain't never really do no drugs, boy
But go back to the bar, cause it's hard,
Slide in the back of lil shawty like a disc
Imma heat up his chest choppa feelin like vicks
I always gotta win nigga sorry you lose
Amiri denim jeans
Ay, yea
Trillville
Yeah Lil Wyte nigga
Hypnotize
Y'all better get that shit right nigga
We don't give a fuck tonight nigga
Ay, y'all niggaz
Ay, yea
Trillville
Yeah Lil Wyte nigga
Hypnotize
Y'all better get that shit right nigga
We don't give a fuck tonight nigga
Ay, y'all niggaz
on a mission
Put on the Maui's
You see my vision
Back on the beach
By the sand with my bitches
I don't roll my joints
I let me bitches do it for me now
She
I got that gas on me, burn up, burn up, burn up
I got them choppas on me, run up, run up, run up
No I do not got ID, they know us, know us, know us
bubbles
Sliding with that heat on the seat, and we gone clear it out
Do the dash you know I'm on E, so ima change the route
Pauperize, we don't do photos
it do
She's a very freaky gurl, don't bring her to mama
First you get her name, then you get her number
Then you get some brain in the front seat
it do
She's a very freaky gurl, don't bring her to mama
First you get her name, then you get her number
Then you get some brain in the front seat
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
I got a .40 and a strap for a boy who wants some
I fucked that hoe and broke her back but she didn't make me cum
All these bitches do is cap and I'm
problems
We come with them choppas
They call us the Ladder Boys
Cause we get it poppin
We don't do no robbin, all we do is grind
Hustle from the muscle nigga
on a opp's bitch
I flap my wings fuck around get a opp smoked
Diors on my feet fuck around do the Pop Smoke
Rackets on me nigga run n tell dat
Choppas on me
She suck on this D
Lil hoe did it all for the free
Pop that pussy
Turn me on electricity
Choppa by the door
She a squirter so we fucked on the floor
Pop
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