wattt
Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 11:09 am
Comin at a dog you know he fixin to bite quick
But im always on the job ill deep dish up ya slices
Never switch up the prices, never stick up a white kid
Im just tryin to serve a fiend so he can sniff up the white shit
My ride is dirty clean but got a pistol to fight with
The battle AX thrusted, if you slangin on the curb
thats where the cadillac crush ya, got a soldier field
feelin like Montana pass fucked em', and thats a wrap
done with, Im the type of nigga who keep heat in a cold season
And I keep runnin through the jungle nigga, no creedence
You the type of nigga who keep blown trees when police see him
Imma keep creepin, cuz the weekend need a better lick
Bruh its true them 22's catcha ya quicka than emmit smith
come to run through,nigga we pimps we make nuns cum dude
You can see the whip, but the po lights shine on the tints
Caught us drivin byyy on the strip, let us keep rollin by
Gutta got a capone stature, a loaded gat with a golden handle
I blow past ya, even if you only holdin grams bro
Im too Loc for that though, I camel toe the sandals
With the wife B tucked in, I keep a baby niney tucked in
Another step will have ya whole life be fucked with you dumb bitch
But im always on the job ill deep dish up ya slices
Never switch up the prices, never stick up a white kid
Im just tryin to serve a fiend so he can sniff up the white shit
My ride is dirty clean but got a pistol to fight with
The battle AX thrusted, if you slangin on the curb
thats where the cadillac crush ya, got a soldier field
feelin like Montana pass fucked em', and thats a wrap
done with, Im the type of nigga who keep heat in a cold season
And I keep runnin through the jungle nigga, no creedence
You the type of nigga who keep blown trees when police see him
Imma keep creepin, cuz the weekend need a better lick
Bruh its true them 22's catcha ya quicka than emmit smith
come to run through,nigga we pimps we make nuns cum dude
You can see the whip, but the po lights shine on the tints
Caught us drivin byyy on the strip, let us keep rollin by
Gutta got a capone stature, a loaded gat with a golden handle
I blow past ya, even if you only holdin grams bro
Im too Loc for that though, I camel toe the sandals
With the wife B tucked in, I keep a baby niney tucked in
Another step will have ya whole life be fucked with you dumb bitch