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Minog baby you know its good, Im smoking great all through the hood Ls motor under my hood, interior leather and wood Lets get one thing understood, when I ride its homicide Tiltin on my glass so when I pass you can see inside Murda, murda flat red, paint, now my nigga This aint your ordinary automo What the fuck you think I bought it for? You oughta know, better than that, kush sex smoking in my zammy T tops drop Im laid back, cruising going up the strip Players checking on my whip, Im chilling checking out this chick She chose me thats what I call good sense Never was a symph, always sticking to the script Kush sticking to my fingers this that killer take a hit Never slippin on my pimpin you know I stay on my shit Making dollars out of cents and I be fresh up in this bitch With that mary on me homie I know you can smell the stench Atitude like nothin to loose my only option is to win You know, you know Thats right, we stay high, keep it real on this side You know you wanna know what thats like Come on baby hop in my ride Thats right, we stay high, coming down and Im sitting low Thats right, we stay high, my paper bitch Im bout to blow Thats right, we stay high, keep it real on this side You know you wanna know what thats like Come on baby hop in my ride Thats right, we stay high, coming down and Im sitting low Thats right, we stay high, my paper bitch Im bout to blow Im in the sl, exhaust, from the city where trees got p mars European got a cutter then he large Hands up and down like a sesaw Underwater new orleans, with daughters doing seasaw Macking harder your daughter, yeah she fast, I guess its... Enough to fill up 3 bars, pay 4 on tours... make cash from music c notes Clear code, over that paint... make them wanna my favorite dranch Who would have grottle, she mixing it like sir rottle Popping bottle after bottle, I met her passing delgado Jones, el capitain, cruising tryina out different strength She with a different man, my dick might get panned She cant stop visiting, Move like a shark in the street thats my ship dark International, smooth motherfucker, yeah I tip yall The best at it so if you ever tryina get more Catch a jet bring that ass and stop and get a zip home Thats right, we stay high, keep it real on this side You know you wanna know what thats like Come on baby hop in my ride Thats right, we stay high, coming down and Im sitting low Thats right, we stay high, my paper bitch Im bout to blow Thats right, we stay high, keep it real on this side You know you wanna know what thats like Come on baby hop in my ride Thats right, we stay high, coming down and Im sitting low Thats right, we stay high, my paper bitch Im bout to blow Gebon dot com we c4 with it, yall lame niggas see be fall with it Stolen, ballin, we go get it, fly niggas jets we chief all with it American ... pick your frame 500 horses that will get you game Pina butter seats while I sit your game You can have the whole pack if you miss your date... Yall niggas wife em, kill em on rubber If yall got dimes, I got dozens Pull up on you boys in a ss chevy Pop trunk lid say bitch Im ready... Thats right, we stay high, keep it real on this side You know you wanna know what thats like Come on baby hop in my ride Thats right, we stay high, coming down and Im sitting low Thats right, we stay high, my paper bitch Im bout to blow Thats right, we stay high, keep it real on this side You know you wanna know what thats like Come on baby hop in my ride Thats right, we stay high, coming down and Im sitting low Thats right, we stay high, my paper bitch Im bout to blow.
Writer(s): Cotton Anthony Eugene Jr, Harleaux Daryl Anthony, Jones Richard Anthony, Riley Kyle Jeroderrick, Washington Alex M Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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