Lyrics:
make a pimp dance yeah by shottin at his gatas
Pickin up the nickles n dimes like Jackal and Hide
The bounty is waitin for me up at Mt. Zine
Its
the check
And if I'm goin' higher, I try to inspire
By tellin' my riders to hop on a jet
Got more issues that don't show in pictures
My bitches don't ever
Sex, Ima Expert
You Gon Love A Nigga Bet By Tha Next Verse
Raw, Set, Thaz Right (Thaz Right)
Lets Ride (Lets Ride)Cruz Slow
Thaz How Stretched Out In Tha
Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last night
Now, they blew up his house, too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin ready for a fight
Gonna
about havin' thangs
I got two bad bitches that handle bizness for savage man
They get off the plane and I pick 'em up by the baggage claim
Straight
makin' sure nothin' doesn't ka'e (a'e)
I tell her, "Ayy, don't worry, yeah, I got it, mum, I'll just buy another one"
(Ayy, must be the money)
Ain't
might lie but I'm a player by nature
Work a ho quick for the paper
So haters feel the vapors, yeah take a hit from the bomb
(Chronic) I brought a whole
I'm floored by the features
Her face almost as pretty as the feet is
Last week, we in Aspen wearin' fleeces
This week, we gettin' groovy
back before 3
Westside in my blood, that's on the OG
I'm Johnny Appleseed, I plant some palm trees
All around the world, I'm bouncin' on twos
Candy
birthday suit
Last but not least, drive inside a farm or couch
Chillin by the barn and dump her where the heffers squirt their poop
You got it?
Holy
a young buck
Hard talks, I was rolling 2 guns up
Shit's changed, I don't really wanna bust shots
Money got me actin' calm, mans gwopped up
That's right
laughin' at you niggas like ha ha ha! Let's go
[Chorus]
I'm gettin' money, dubs fifties hundreds
Say he want what?! Naw, he don't really want it
He
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last
Night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready
For a fight
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last
Night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready
For a fight
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last
Night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready
For a fight
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last
Night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready
For a fight
can't fuck with yo period
I can let you suck my dick tho
[Verse 1]
Bill folds of 20s
Bank rolls of 100s
Body bags of 50s
Yeah I'm out here gettin money
Take your money and cap you with it
Tell your girl I'ma mack you with it
White and red pearl
Cadillac you with it
Face to face I might shake you with
"My line of work is considered by some to be a...
A tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors,
And there are others, that
[Chorus]
I went to the enemy's camp
And I, took back what he stole from me
[2x]
Stand at attention, time to fight the battle for the Lord
a video and let me keep it
You see I'm only doing it to show you I'm true
Nobody better gettin wetter just by huggin you
Screamed out I'ma end up lovin you
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last
Night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready
For a fight
a job and tried to
Put my money away,
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had,
From the Central Trust,
And bought us two
Gettin' in where I fit in, right?
What that deuce deuce poppin' like?
Baby, I like the way you work that tongue
You had a don't care nigga for 3
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