Exclusive. Exclusive. Exclusive. Exclusive.
Bobby B in the mix.
Oh, baby. Do it, baby.
A tattoo? Alright, you gonna help me with this one, Mike?
Yeah! Alright.
So while we at it, good lookin' baby, keep your ho on up.
We don't think twice about this.
It's automatic!
What else am I supposed to do?
Besides tell myself, sugar, live it up, I'm pimpin' brought you to.
I live my life like a sucka, she get dragged out.
No, wait a minute, Mike.
She's super bad now, yeah.
She knows what she's doin'.
Yeah, probably to a scrap.
This bitch ain't your type.
She happy right where she at.
Scared of niggas with gang, but hit the club, break a scrub, and lie about her name.
But listen, Mike, let's party Bombad Blurry.
Toast to y 'all.
Propofan.
Conrad Murray.
What?
Marvin, is that you?
Yeah.
Sing.
Captivating, stimulating.
She's such a sexy lady.
Music is my heart and soul.
Stay precious, then go.
That's not my music.
Why you bullshit?
Why you bullshit?
I ain't sayin' nothin'.
Leave me alone.
So, up, jump at the glass house.
That's back when your mama told you she brought you into this world and she'd take your ass
out.
Here today, goin' next.
Pimpin' and knacko.
My shit don't stink.
I can't talk like a mad dog.
Well, his back is broke.
Please, just fuck away from me.
Precious love.
I had my taste.
And I ain't about to waste it.
That's it.
I beg your pardon.
My mama whooped me from L .P .Y .A.
To the state with no tail.
To fuckin' stardom.
Thunder and lightning.
Then comes rain.
What the fuck?
Hey, how you doin', James?
Bitch.
Tick tock.
Do some shit that knack knack.
Guttery mouthpiece.
Good gab, nigga.
Pop pop from the throat.
I blast niggas.
Here we are.
Queen.
Toto.
Dust me on this mic and get your fuckin' ass.
Toa.
Break a mic like Zorro.
Do a nigga horrible.
Billy the Corridor.
Fit the mask.
Get your ass.
I like my gin wet.
Open up.
You don't know me, nigga.
Pimpin' is in less.
I ain't sayin' nothin'.
Leave me alone.
Shit.
To be a woman with name.
Let's give it up.
Welcome to L .P .Y .A.
