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Throw ya leg up
Bend over
Throw that pussy bitch
Make ya knees touch ya shoulders
Tap that asshole
Do a split
Put this dick in ya mouth
Use a lot of spit
I wanna ride with you hoe
Stack some bread
I'm main oldest son
So you know I bout my cash
Shout chill and NPGs
I ain't never been a rat
But I kept Some cheese
Four corner hustlers
I need that
I get mad respect from Gds Hoe
Believe that
I'm in the club with my feet where you eat at
Don't put in a show nigga
Cause I beeez that
I'm bout that
Hoe
I'll tap that
Hoe
I sit prissy with a gat
But I'll fye that
Hoe
So don't you try that
Hoe
I won't deny that
Hoe
Getcha "Rickkkky"
Where ya gat at
Hoe
Don't try me bitch
I get nasty
And if a nigga wanna wife me
Then I get classy
I'm universal hoe
So don't at me
I'll bust yo shit and run
They won't catch me
I can't beef with nobody
I like chips
But if I hear you talking smart
Imma rock ya hips
Crime mob
Shoulder lean
Dip baby
Dip
Air the whole party
Empty clip
You go stand yours
Well I got feet
You say you Bouty Bouty
Nigga
I wanna see
Back ya whole team up
Six Feet
Underground
Railroad
Harriet
Master me
I wouldn't walked with martin
Cause I ain't peaceful
He lead us to integration
How deceitful
And I'm confused about that dream he had
Cause if he seen something good
Why the fuck we all dead?
Bend over
Throw that pussy bitch
Make ya knees touch ya shoulders
Tap that asshole
Do a split
Put this dick in ya mouth
Use a lot of spit
I wanna ride with you hoe
Stack some bread
I'm main oldest son
So you know I bout my cash
Shout chill and NPGs
I ain't never been a rat
But I kept Some cheese
Four corner hustlers
I need that
I get mad respect from Gds Hoe
Believe that
I'm in the club with my feet where you eat at
Don't put in a show nigga
Cause I beeez that
I'm bout that
Hoe
I'll tap that
Hoe
I sit prissy with a gat
But I'll fye that
Hoe
So don't you try that
Hoe
I won't deny that
Hoe
Getcha "Rickkkky"
Where ya gat at
Hoe
Don't try me bitch
I get nasty
And if a nigga wanna wife me
Then I get classy
I'm universal hoe
So don't at me
I'll bust yo shit and run
They won't catch me
I can't beef with nobody
I like chips
But if I hear you talking smart
Imma rock ya hips
Crime mob
Shoulder lean
Dip baby
Dip
Air the whole party
Empty clip
You go stand yours
Well I got feet
You say you Bouty Bouty
Nigga
I wanna see
Back ya whole team up
Six Feet
Underground
Railroad
Harriet
Master me
I wouldn't walked with martin
Cause I ain't peaceful
He lead us to integration
How deceitful
And I'm confused about that dream he had
Cause if he seen something good
Why the fuck we all dead?
Credits
Writer(s): Larry Lawrence
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