Lyrics

Dont ask whats in this man purse
Its something in it
That will put your dumb ass on life alert
A businessman so get with me
If you need some service
Aint hard to find if you looking for me
You aint really searching
Its Melly Mell
I get money like Curtis
If you owe me you better pay me
Or im at your door like Richard Sherman
Fuck around and quit rap
To be a long shoreman
Never paid for it
Getting pussy since I was too short
I thug a lot I trap a lot
I rap a lot Im traumatized
My city full of pimpin hoes
Backstabbing homicides
Moving smart
One life one shot
Before I let a **** hoe me
Ima smile in a mug shot
Im feeling cool
On my neck I got a couple jewels
Yo baby mamma keep calling me
For these family jewels
After I run up a bag
Tell her Ill see ya soon
Just get money
So dont gimme a reason to shoot ya
Im on my way
To the cheese nips
Gotta have it my way
Anyway I see fit
Wanna ride on the wave
Til she seasick
Move with a purpose
Or get away from me bitch
Im on my way
To the cheese nips
Gotta have it my way
Anyway I see fit
Wanna ride on the wave
Til she seasick
Move with a purpose
Or get away from me bitch
Written by: Melvin Ray Wallace III
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