Lyrics:
(For real)
Still tryna better myself
Still learning love (Uh)
On the San Mateo bridge, took the C4 'Vette
Used to think she really fuck with
Me until she
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
's, riding real slow
Everywhere we go, hoes wanna know who we are
We are them A$AP boys (Ayo ayo, ayo ayo)
Tippin' on 4's, riding real slow
Everywhere we go,
at the DoggHouse
Smoked out, Hennessy and plenty weed
Wit mo bitches, 4 bitches, some cole bitches, c'mon bitches
We cold vicious, known pimpin, with no simpin
bitches, some cole bitches, c'mon bitches
[Tray Deee]
We cold vicious, known pimpin, with no simpin
Stone crippin, low clippin, 4's drippin
Wet
cruise control
Out blow by the window in the do'
til the point that it might make you lose control
3-oh-4's slow your roll, gimme that dough you know
digital scales, custom painted muscle cars
Pimpin where the razor blade? Use a safety pin
What they goin fo'? Nigga what you tryin to spend?
When it's
Ay
Let me kick it to you right quick, man
Not on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit
Anybody done been through the same thing, I'm sure you
Whatever that mean, you know old people say it so it sounds right
So I'm standing there embarrassed, if we were both in Paris
I would have grabbed her by
You know we doin' a song for the ladies, they want records too, you know
So if you want to come kick it wit some real pimp, a real man, a young boss
money, we ain't learn how to act
All in the V.I.P. spendin' four or five stacks
You can tell it's T.I.P. from how I bend my hat
Send the waitress
muthafuckin free. this for all the real
Niggas and bitches out there, ya heard me? no limit style.
Told y'all muthafuckas ain't no limit.
[bun b]
You
it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on
She looks like any other girl
But not like any other girl
I can tell by when she
no askin' where the drinks at
Patek Philippe only four pointers where the face at
Wood grain interior thumbing through hundreds in a Maybach
Hang
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Ay
Let me kick it to you right quick, man
Not on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit
Anybody done been through the same thing, I'm sure you
Squad Clique
Keep it pimpin' mayne
[Chorus]
So many diamonds in my teeth you can't see no gold
Hundred ki's in the streets, every week no O
my talkin face,
I`ma slap you real tough-like
and I can almost rest assure you
that it ain`t gon` be no pretty sight, ugh"
2-4-7, 3-6 DeVille
I
Most of us niggas want to be pimps but Uncle Sam really pimpin' them
Hook:
Naw they don't feel you, but what you don't know can kill you (X4
spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk
And it's pimpin
Thirty clip hangin' low like my thang (grrah, bah)
Been sippin' drank so my voice a lil' strained
Okay cool, bitch, go get hit by a train (bitch, get
La la la la la
Imma get it like this nigga
Yo, I got the green, Don Juan
I'm in the hood, blow the horn, bom-bom
This pimpin' ain't for free,
they reached and grabbed them 44s
fuckin wit my nigga Black
he's stackin
plus his pimpin
got real on da peal
hoes gonna feel me
[Lord Infamous]
And I don't miss cause I'm focused
[Bridge x2]
[Chorus]
Boy you might talk loud act real
But they don't really want this here
P**** n*****
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