what up

What up miss Im on my shit
Im lit like a bic Dont try to playme Im not a gig I light up a cig
My hand on the stick I keep that bitch clicked
What up miss Im on my shit
Im lit like a bic Dont try to play me
Im not a gig I light up a cig
My hand on the stick and I keep that bitch clicked
Let my man hold the brick I just hollered at pam Damn she thick Ooh
She go ham on the dick Shiid
I just put my man on dat bitch Don't try to play me

Alwayz pull up in somethin different
Aint no readjusting this pimping
Hell no I aint kissin Hoe I dont know where yo lips been
I was moving that dope And I had a few pistols i would tote
Had a few tricks that I sold to
They'll put that shit up they nose oooooh
I want all mines up front Hell nah bitch I don't know you
You gotta pay your way like a toll booth
Price a lil different if you blow flutes
Bitch if you bad I ain't trippin
I was drunk that night I was slippin
Bartender tippin
But I handled my own don't need a witness
I know how to work that shit out fitness God is my witness
Shit I don't want another sentence
Im in this bitch attendnce Real nigga attending
I don't count my money I just spend. it
Momma whooped my ass every time I got suspended
Hit the streets early It was tempting
Had diamonds in my ear same color as Bart simpson
I'm on my shit bitch you trippin but When you up they act different
But when you down they got a ear
They can listen

What up miss Im on my shit
Im lit like a bic Dont try to play me
Im not a gig I light up a cig
My hand on the stick and I keep the bitch clicked
Let my man hold the brick I just hollered at Pam damn she thick Ooh
She go ham on the dick shiid I just put my man on that bitch
Don't try to play me

What up miss I'm on my shit
Im lit like a bic Dont try to play me
Im not a gig I light up a cig
My hand on the stick I keep the bitch clicked
Let my man hold the brick I just hollered at pam Damn she thick
Ooh
She go ham on the dick shiid I just put my man on dat bitch
Don't try to play me

Just had to pay for the meter
Cuz I stayed and got laid had to beat her
I don't cuff she tough I just wanna fuck
That's why I kept on my sneaker
Momma aint gotta pay for no preacher
Cuz her son gone stay wit the heater
Use to be on the stands of the bleachers
Now they gotta pay for the features They won't be able to reach us
This table prestigious Flexin and that bitch out in Texas
My side bitches jealous so they get rebellious
Send they ass to parlay with the fellows
I don't give a fuck I do me Im pushin my luck chickens gone cluck
Pull up in the truck she get in and fuck
My niggas come thru spinning No grinning
They dumping can't calm these niggas down for nothin'
Im done wildin I'm just vibin' My niggas beefing and I'm on an island
Miss phat cat had a lot to learn Had to give her back cuz she was childish
That bitch got addicted to Molly But before shit got rocky
We had a ball volley Oooh
Started thinkin she was better than me
But then that bitch fell off when I set her ass free Oooh
What up miss I'm on my shit
Im lit like a bic Dont try to play me
Im not a gig I light up a cig
My hand on the stick I keep the bitch clicked
Let my man hold the brick I just hollered at pam Damn she thick
Ooh
She go ham on the dick shiid I just put my man on that bitch
Don't try to play me



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Writer(s): Jerma Smith
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