Lyrics:
ridin' in the Track
(Skrrt) , do a drive-by in the 'Cat
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo)
Diamondback on a nigga lap (On a nigga lap)
I missed a call from the plug
Doing laps in the pool
I ain't in this water just relaxing with you
And we played it smarter so we taxing you too
Show yo ass if you mad i can hand
Doing laps in the pool
I ain't in this water just relaxing with you
And we played it smarter so we taxing you too
Show yo ass if you mad i can hand
Polly always repeats hoping there's a treat
Smiling that bobblehead agrees with everything that said
Little lap dog wants to be loved by everyone
Tell 'em squad only
Tell me what you know about that?
World in my palm, boss chick in my lap
Real ones with me on the race for the racks
Big dogs here,
'em squad only
Tell me what you know about that?
World in my palm, boss chick in my lap
Real ones with me on the race for the racks
Big dogs here, if
irrelevant, you're ignoring the elephant
Humanity ought to be voluntarily celibate
Something I've never been wrong assuming
Is the worst in a human
It's a dog
nights I was hungry
Now I came for some grub
You seem to forget that
I'm the one who gave you the plug
Uh
I never slip Never
I never fail, dog, I never
in love with a stripper yo!
(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I
got nothing but funny money, man. New York Dogs.)
the Xans yeah I'm
Off the Xans no relapse
I run shit like gym laps
I work out like gym class
Your mans talkin' shit to my mans
Tell your mans that's his ass
to get by
No money in my pocket but I was still fly
Curled to my neck but I got respect
And now I stack fat sacks and ride around in a Lex
And oh my
thang, girl!
Fuck what they lookin' at!
We the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat
West Coast, baby, with so much gravy
You should call The Navy, ever
the fliest one of all?)
Do ya thang, girl, fuck what they lookin' at
We, the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat
West Coast baby, with so much gravy
You
know her name her name
But she willin to play my game my game
Claim to fame how the bitch do the lap dance
Like it slapped on her ass wit a back hand
Adam on the track
(EmoneyOne11)
No you will not see me lack
I'm too paranoid gotta stay wit a strap
So I keep it right on my lap
Fresh outta
runners chopper in my lap high score top gunner
Verse - Spitfire
Leave the house make 5 bands
Start my day with money
FN extended clip can’t leave
Blur shots like I'm drunk
I be taking blurry pictures
Six laps when I run, you can call it cross country
Black boy from the hood
Trynna get that
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
the first time you heard this song
Was when your mama had you on her lap, you know, listening to me singin'"
"Oh, no, no, I came to the show on a Go-Devil
the first time you heard this song
Was when your mama had you on her lap, you know, listening to me singin'"
"Oh, no, no, I came to the show on a Go-Devil
is marble
Parked it right on 125 by the Apollo
Smokin' EastCo, Heatrow way we landed
The whole flight I played Janet (whole flight)
Pleasure
(Vroom)
I'mna head to the mall
(Shop)
Buy my new chick a new bra
Dressing her up like a doll
After that pick up my dog
(Woof)
Only few left in my squad
on my dubs while I'm swervin'
I keep a ole pistol on my lap while I'm swervin'
Just in case I have ta peel a cap while I'm swervin'
I play the six by
on my dubs while I'm swervin'
I keep a ole pistol on my lap while I'm swervin'
Just in case I have ta peel a cap while I'm swervin'
I play the six by
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