Lyrics

Fresh like a East Dallas pimp, laced in a Easter suit She feeding me, apples and grapes She know I need my fruit Need my loot Need my steak and shrimp, I'm tired of eating soup Absolute, motivation is to get that Bentley coup Need me two And I brought 3 stacks just to get me through Them southernplayalistic days Speakerboxx is banging Maze Stankonia got me in haze SpottieOttieDopaliscious Angel with my love bellow Cause you know, she lovin Dough Never ask for much Just keeping it a buck I don't like business in the street So keep it on the hush What's the rush? Down in Texas baby, yea we riding slow Swangin on them 4's Playa mode, that's just how it goes ohhhhh I got that yea yea, she got that woah woah I got that yeeea yeeaa she got that wooaaahh woooaahh D'angelo when i cruise in the whip Me and my nigga just shootin the shit Tripled digits in the Triple D digital You ain't a hunnit ain't feelin you I got a half, then broke it down til it's minuscule Hop on the track with no tennis shoes Then run it back like an interlude (Gah damn!) All state all state coach of the year no ball fake Sittin on raps that are all great You don't believe you can call blake Hit up potillo and call grace Might throw the function at y'all place I have to clean up the crib real quick i'm posted all day I had light up the incense real quick i'm toasted all day Smoking on tony the tiger yea baby girl it's all flakes You know my name You know the city i'm from I might just get it and run, yea Don't worry bout how i do it lil daddy just know that i'm getting her done I got that yea yea, she got that woah woah I got that yeeeaaa yeeeaa, she got that woooaaahh woooaaahh
Writer(s): Devin Parhms Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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