Lyrics:
While y'all drive match box,
I push the hot wheels,
Don chichi wit' da mass appeal,
Lettin' champagne spill,
From my house to my grill, see,
All
Nah, nah, not the one from New York, I 'memba her too doe
I'm talking bout the one from L.A.
Lil bad bitch I met in the mall wit the big ass
(Oh, oh,
whole click blows sticks and fears
Abolition, cancel your position
Don't ever a-your life for livin, challenge my division
Yo dunn we nice wit
in the past
Everybody ate when I came wit the cash
At least I tried to ride the wave till it crashed
Same wood on the gun handle is on the dash
the peckin' order
It's the order how we do things and move things
Only fuck wit the true things
Havin' heavy in the course whit the world of depression
bitch wit da biggest butt
A down south bitch, a gold mouth bitch
A bitch that'll make mah pockets rich
Wit da G-strang drowls holdin on to da walls
Thugs together forever splittin apart is obsurd
I wish they'd stop wit all of these rumours
'cause we ain't goin nowhere baby
This is for life..
[All
Dance wit me ev'rybody dance wit me
Dance wit me ev'rybody dance wit me
Dance wit me ev'rybody dance wit me
Dance wit me ev'rybody dance wit me
If
at King's Park wit all the homies
Heh, and you know what I'm sayin
So why don't you uh check out my homie Bo to the Roc
Verse One:
[Bo Roc]
fake cause I'm a snake and cant be trusted
I put up with none of them punks who front shit
Even though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit
tired of gettin' high like that
Ain't nobody came in my mothafuckin' school with no mothafuckin' drugs
Stop fuckin' wit me niggas, stop fuckin' wit me
die
Don't hide it (no), just divide it (go)
Let me hit it (hit), if you wit' it (yeah)
That pussy got power, that pussy got power
That pussy got
the fool
You don't owe me nothin'
Girl just go on and do what you do what you do
[Chorus]
Who you wit girl
Who you wit
Whats up baby girl who u wit
Hey what's up?
Yo I been tryin to call you all day man where you been?
Now it ain't like that he been wit me all day I been tryin to call you
the fool
You don't owe me nothin'
Girl just go on and do what you do what you do
[Chorus]
Who u wit' girl
Who u wit'
Whats up baby girl who u wit
I
* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean
[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or some shit?
scared of eye-gain, at the window pane
they be lookin' wit a migraine
while I catch a drain and you know it's a fuckin' shame
when you in this game
[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, why'all want to do a track wit us or some shit?
We the billion dollar boys club.
What you
on the Mic,
All the girls like
He can get it
All my niggas hands up
Lemme know that you wit it
They say we talk just alike,
Walk just alike,
Same damn
He's a facial
Smelled like a fragrance
She sniffed it in her nasal
Beggin her to listen
I told her he ain't faithful
Fuckin wit Aunt Rachel
Ya'll so dumb
pure
It just alive wit three 6 mafia in yo ear
We sippin', surp, you might get hurt
We snatchin' bitches, beatin' 'em down in da dirt
We don't play
(oh, oh)
He was bringin' me the wrong love
He was bringin' me the wrong girls
I know that it ain't something wrong wit' me (oh, nah)
Everytime I even
You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real wit'chu
Loving your whole steeze, it be in there boo
You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real wit'chu
Loving your whole steeze, it be in there boo
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