Lyrics:
I did say sorry about the `old woman,' but from the
behind you looked--
DENNIS: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an
inferior!
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
it was us
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush
It's cool, man, got red bottoms on
Life is good, you know what I mean? Like
Uh, hunnid
I'm from the old hood, somethin' like yo' hood
Where niggas don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it
Shift the pack out the bentley
Bentley! Your man tryna sip me like tetley
Rap game rap game cutie cutie
Them man there floozy floozy
Shift the pack out
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
it
And that pussy so good I nutted already
Born with it, born with it
Born with it, born with it
She ride my dick my nigga like she was born with
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
told him he sound like a youger Him
You don't know me Man
You don't know me man
Check it, i say you might see me in the
Streets and Nigga you don't
the bossman in the suit with no tie
I can't be sober, I gotta stay high
Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry
Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde
pearls
You wanna meet me 'cause ya know I'm freaky
And ya wanna eat me 'cause ya say I'm sexy
Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti
Believe me, sweety,
but I chop that like Sasuke
She keep tryna clean me up, but I just want that sloppy
Toppy, toppy, toppy (yeah), toppy
On the opps' block, I'm
that your bitch be mine
She see me by the bar
She watch me blow stacks
Her man ain't a hustler, man he can't do that
He got a 9 to 5, he used to pump
ladies and gentlemen
Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm balling
(diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
you so aggressive, I don’t like that”
“But that just come with you, so I won’t bother fight that”
She gon’-she gon’ do right by me, I do right back
So
never seen shots fired
Nope, quiet
The Cincinnati fitted made me a marked man
By the Parma blocks and 12 sittin' inside that parked van
Pacin'
Dat Nigguh Bean ayy
You Ain’t Really Matchin’ My Hustle Man
Yeah, Ayy Show Me back Again, Back Again
I Wanna Go & Get Benjis
I Wanna Go & Get Plenty
tacky hating on me at this very point
Flying private, writing raps in this Bentley noise
It's a Tree my nigga, we on a mission
I got one question, what
they killing the good
Man I ain’t done been burning
Got a problem with me and my double cup?
Alexander McQueen só they fuck with us
Be like lightning
smelling spicy
Feel good confidently feeling like me
Look good can't find this at a swap meet
Can't be me I'm one of a kind KP
Smell good feel good look good
you feel so good
I'll put you in the mood
You know you drive me crazy
Just like a brand new bentley
You are my one and only
I'll never leave you lonely
We about to set this motherfucker off in here tonight!
It be like
This that real shit dog, real shit dog, see man, see man, come
What you say? mr.
to me
I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up
Just to keep me some company
She like my dance moves, uh
Guess I'm the man, she turned to a fan
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