Cutie Pie
I'll a be a old ass man with a grip of game
Talk back beat a batch with my cane
I'm the new Rick James I'm in love with Mary
I don't wanna fuck bitch, go get my revees
Imma punch my gas, get off yo ass
Hit that track, and put on your mask
I'm a Mack baby from the westside b
You Motherfuckers gotta buy cock from me
I'm a pimp
I don't feel shit but dough, I spend it soon as I get it
Cuz you'll never know
But imma get it right back cuz it comes and goes
Carl Thomas, the world is filled with pimps and hoes
I got a new shoe box
A grip of clothes
Cur yo ass
And don't touch my gold
You really think I won't give yo dumb ass the boot just because you cute
Yeah Homegirl fine but that don't mean shit
I don't want yo ass don't touch my whip
Imma get my ends either way it goes
Whether royalty checks or it's pimping hoes
Game all I keep hearing is game
The batch is swain
But imma use my brain
Imma tip toe to trunk and pop it
I leave my top down
I don't have to lock it
Mobbing my Ford, might hit 110
We got a good thing
Don't break don't bend
I ride this pony like a SL Benz
Long Beach, California where I got my rims
Late night cruising down the westside streets
I turn my lights on so the tricks can see
Bae what's his name again
They call him the funk but it's Nicholas
Talk back beat a batch with my cane
I'm the new Rick James I'm in love with Mary
I don't wanna fuck bitch, go get my revees
Imma punch my gas, get off yo ass
Hit that track, and put on your mask
I'm a Mack baby from the westside b
You Motherfuckers gotta buy cock from me
I'm a pimp
I don't feel shit but dough, I spend it soon as I get it
Cuz you'll never know
But imma get it right back cuz it comes and goes
Carl Thomas, the world is filled with pimps and hoes
I got a new shoe box
A grip of clothes
Cur yo ass
And don't touch my gold
You really think I won't give yo dumb ass the boot just because you cute
Yeah Homegirl fine but that don't mean shit
I don't want yo ass don't touch my whip
Imma get my ends either way it goes
Whether royalty checks or it's pimping hoes
Game all I keep hearing is game
The batch is swain
But imma use my brain
Imma tip toe to trunk and pop it
I leave my top down
I don't have to lock it
Mobbing my Ford, might hit 110
We got a good thing
Don't break don't bend
I ride this pony like a SL Benz
Long Beach, California where I got my rims
Late night cruising down the westside streets
I turn my lights on so the tricks can see
Bae what's his name again
They call him the funk but it's Nicholas
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Writer(s): Lamont Moore
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