Lyrics:
lady
It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist
Yeah, yeah, pimpin ain't easy!
That's life, that's the way it goes
Layin' down laws and taxin' hos
jordans and a polo
Nigga died pretty as a pimp in a photo
Woah woah yeen heard fat boy
He ain't say that boy, don't even try to act, boy
That fat black
Be yourself, boys
Let's get this show on the road
Well I'm up every morning by 6:08
Take the Volkswagen bus up the interstate
Feel Charlie
your money: don't go to the show
And I turned around an' I said: HO HO
An' the Northern Lites commenced t' glow
An' she looked at me with a tear in her
than dunn, yeah, that's the title
Rubbin' the lady's only the fly once ya know
But would if she's ugly, if she come she a ho?
Don't ask to battle me
never be no ho (Oh no)
Let it go, let it go, let it go (Let it go)
Let it go
Dum-diddy dum, diddy-diddy dum dum
Rollin' through the hood in a '96 Hum
I'm bustin' down a pack of that boy-boy in Chicago
You make it to a brick in my hood and you hit the lotto
I hit the lotto
Like Powerball on a ho
It's ya boy Mighty Lord Conquer
The Brooklyn China-Rican
Ladies wanna sek gnaw
Haters wanna tek gnaw, pek gnaw
Cause I stay so fly
That handsome guy
yeah
If you say so
Ladies I book 'em with some cash and hey ho
I rolled in cars Pops never seen
I rolled with stars and
Ladies from the magazine
Getting
Ho gettato mio figlio da una rupe
perché non somigliava a Fabrizio Corona
era tutto troppo, ma non era mai abbastanza,
non sapeva raccontarsi, solo
I rap bout big body SRT, cause i'm gon whip that shit (i'll whip that bitch, yeah)
Big boy 5.56 stay by my hip, no fear of rippin shit (i'm not
a fool boy ya heard me straight swerve
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerve
Hit the parkin' lot by the club, just swerve
Headlights shinin'
Ho stop playin' (Yes) ho stop playin'
Ho stop playin' (Bitch)
Ho stop playin' (Bitch) ho stop playin'
Ho stop playin' (Yes) ho stop playin'
Ho stop
leech
You won't get that opportunity
Fake boy you could hum on deez' (Nuts)
Hahaha-ha-hahahaha-ha
Walking like a mother fucking star
All you little
Booddy by by oh my my I love you and that's no lie
But you lived up to your title ho! Caroline, ha ha
Yeah, mad cash be spending
And thanks to you he
tears when you cry
I'm the lightning in bad weather!
I'm that dick in the picture on yo girlfriends dresser
I ain't no ho, I ain't no punk, I
[DRAKE:]
It's Southern Smoke Boy !
Ho, Yeah, Uh huh
It's Trey Songz and uh, D-R-A-K-K-E
Ahahaha, the boy of summer are here man
Ayo Track, I got
I been racing all my life
I got G16 by my side
G16
Yushman
Karein hum coup
Baith ke in coupe
Karein hum coup
Baith ke in coupe
Uske dost kehte sir
arrangements
When her status changes
That boy be low wagin'
Im gold chainin'
While you ho chasing
I be paper makin'
Hand on that ass shakin'
While she cash
me just move with ya' boy
Got shit poppin' like always you know so enjoy
Don't make yourself at home got big meat on the grill
Ladies and homies all
my baby
Buying me mink's and shit trying to be my lady
Trying your best to make your way in my life
Take that mask off ho
You're undercover
a fool boy ya heard me straight swerve
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerve
Hit the parkin' lot by the club, just swerve
Headlights shinin'
velvet jacket, Willy Wonka
Boy he hot
But I haven't sweat in centuries
D'usse shots, blood pumping' John Kennedy
Boy he hot
Big bag don't be mad at me
Kid
get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
I don't
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