Yeah.
Yeah.
Dunkey on the backside.
She holdin' on that white leather.
She patronin'.
All the husbands know about him Money all around him She busts open that flower for a dollar holler Look at that bitch right there I be turned up to the max
Going on for them racks.
Made it in with my strap.
Up in here with them hats.
Keep my switchin' full of that gas.
Twenty-five on her back.
Small waist, all that.
Stole that pussy clean with no mask.
In that hard stance, she bow-legged.
When she walk, she look like she shaking.
Swear for the Lord, I hear them gon' tape it.
Man, that hoe, you got his low maintenance.
Keep my hoes in pocket.
Shoot ball, hit the club and scoop two more.
Your money funny, Duval, you bitch nigga.
RuPaul, lock eyes when I seen him.
Ass just like Traynor.
Scoop him off the street and you clean him.
Give them dick, I don't feed them.
Rocked up, I'm freezing.
Hard cold, I'm bleeding.
Damn, look at that bitch.
Man, that ass fat for no reason.
Don't be on the backside.
She holdin' on that white livin' She patronin'
All the husbands know about us Money all around us She bust open that flower for a dollar holler Look at that bitch right there Look at that bitch right there
U.C.J.
always stay faded.
Cali loud pills and ladies.
Geeked up in the Mercedes.
Kush blowing like a
My bad bitches on drugs.
Bought the whole bars on us.
While hoes be shaking their ass, I'm throwing that cash and sipping that mud.
A quarter pound and a double cup.
I'm tripping, man.
I don't give a fuck.
Molly make her give it up.
Them bands here, ho give it up.
Ass all in my lap She know the worst of my raps Model bitch from the front
Cherokee from the back.
Our glass frame.
Keep my name in our mouth.
The stand on this red bone, I know she from the south.
Bitch, you know I stay stunned.
Got more game than PlayStation.
Tip a bitch.
One more time.
That bitch going on.
Bang it on the backside.
She holdin' on that white livin' She patronin'
All the hustas know about her, Money all around her, She bust open that flower for a dollar, Look at that bitch right there, Look at that bitch right there, Look at that bitch right there,
Big shout out to your lady.
She down low like data.
Montana that pill.
Florida state with them gators.
Honey business bitch.
Then we roll out on New Orleans, bitch.
Got that Superdome.
See that pussy poppin' what you work with Throw a hundred vans on that whole turbulence
Game, we perfect it.
Now we run the city.
Run, first, first, first, first, we hit perfection.
Stand, stand, stand, stand, stand.
Shorty bust it open, then she bring a friend.
She ain't no day in front, niggas really got them M's Miss, miss, miss, Mr. House
Come on, pedal, pedal, change drugs, fall, rock, and put that camera on her backside.
She holdin' on that white livin' She patronin'
All the hostess know about us.
Money all around us.
She bust open that flower for a tower holler.
Look at that bitch right there.
