Dee Dee Girl (Ma)

Gotta go hard
Gotta go get it
I run the bags all through my city
I got that weight, no heavy lifting
Bitch good with her cap, call it good kizzy

I have a Manji with two hoes named Nikki
Streets hot as oven I still go and get it
I get that bread, that biscuit, that jiffy
Then pop me a perky and I get to jigging

Get rich or die trying calling me fifty
I cook like my momma when I'm in the kitchen
While I count the money your bitch do dishes
Invested in Brown sip Houston with Whitney

You want me to mail or you can come get it

Money involved, no time for bitches
I'm talking bout niggaz and talking bout these hoes

I'm on the grind no board on the cement
But I got cement if you wanna score

Got it locked down ain't talking no Precinct
Was in the precinct for moving these hoes

Completed my goals and reached my achievements
Now I'm trying to set up and conquer so more

The people's champ nigga I throw you a bow
No diesel but I got that gas at the store Got highs and nigga I got all the lows call up Bingo my nigga if you need some snow

Pull sliding Ke'Shun let it rip out the door
You get fired no job but you gotta go Busta Rhymes yo bih hollering give me some more
Fuck her pussy my nigga I just want her throat

Uh, uh, yea, yea
She wanna fuck with me
She know what's up with me
All of her homegirls they falling in love with me
I'm on a hands free but she keeping in touch with me

Yea, yea, yea, yea
That's a bad little bitch
Tell them other hoes just to mind they business
Say I'm cooking like Dee Dee girl when I'm in the kitchen

With a see through pot call it dope boy vision
Dope in a crock pot that's a new invention
All new black Amiri them dope boy britches
In the back of bruh Lewis house cutting up twenties

It ain't got nothing to do with us if you go missing
Detroit cousin will shoot it up I ain't talking Pistons
Ain't nobody as true as us Master P mentioned

Yea, yea
It ain't no limit



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Writer(s): Brendon Smith
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