Lyrics:
would in the back
I'd sit in the back
Unless you got tricks, inside of a hat
Then I would eat
Still wouldn't defeat
The fact that I'm in singing this
move
Tools I got take a nigga out his shoes
Tools I got leave a nigga on the news"
Unc' said, "Papi, you a bad man"
He went back to digging in the trash
twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad
twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad
get the lips on your
Pussy swole playin' that pussy role
I got bars like phone car reception
But stay strapped like back packs, gat black
Biggie Smalls
twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad
fangas, yeah
Stephanies and Keishas, you can ride with me
The Haitians and Puerto Ricans, sak pase, mami
Just snap ya fingas
It's 2 A.M. and I got
[Intro]
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
You
the haze power forward
20s have a niggas floatin like
He in the water
Sure ya, we got bundles for a Goya
A bean my nigga, if you need I get it for ya
This
all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be
flesh
Thought I did the dirt but I
Was done by the dirt instead
I delete my history like you do
When you surf the web (Ya, ya, ya)
Dirty mouth, dirty
leg
Do not fuck with the kid, I get busy with the Sig
I come where you live, ya dig?
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money,
on the big white telephone,
I'll be back in a minute." Two hours later, poor bloke he was green. I got up, I felt terrible, I says "Yeah,
what's the matter
can carry more than one so ya know it's on
And ya just got attacked by the maniac and played like a saxophone
Sucker ass bitch-type ass niggas
[Master
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
raised by the wolves, ate 'til they full (I was raised by)
Run through the night, playing with ya life
Go against the pack, that's risking ya life (I was
I'll stay running back, running back, back to you
I'll be by your side, I'll be there, right with you
Got no issues baby, I just really miss you, yeah
see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club wit the chrome
While
'm real ya know I got ya back
JG-Z, Momo beats, laying down a hot track
I got the flow I bring the heat
Ya find me rolling round down Wagon Creek
I hustle
Welcome back, welcome back
Welcome back
Welcome back (Oh! Oh!)
Yeah man, how you doin' (Come on, come on, come on)
You good? I know you like
leg
Do not fuck with the kid, I get busy with the Sig
I come where you live, ya dig?
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money,
Uhhhhhhhhh
Ya
And im like Ya pull up I got the blow
Im like Ya pull up I got that glow
And she like Ya pull up I need that D
So im like Ya dont pull
put a twist wit' it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got da purp fired up
put a twist wit' it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got da purp fired up
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