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Vicious, vicious speckles around that boy
Uh-huh
Uh, uh, ooh
These niggas don't want it
Hm
What? Hm
Yeah, yeah
C-Bo, Brotha Lynch
West Coast, West Coast
On the map, on the map
What? What?
Uh-huh, yeah
Y'all ready for the all out, calling out?
Bitch want a nigga that's ballin' out (Ballin' out)
Money ain't right, they fallin' out (Fallin' out)
In the doghouse all night, calling out (Calling out)
Spend money like stylin' out
Every night sunset, wildin' out
All that I plays, all in my face
Next thing you know I'm grippin' her waist
Hit the pillow in her face
All up in your place
Dick all up in your face
I just exercise game on a bitch (And what?)
Hang out the window, chain slang on a bitch (And what?)
Cock game, then aim on a bitch (And what?)
Tryna get off into the brain on a bitch (And what?)
Bet that I make change on a bitch
Flip four point six range on a bitch (Bitch)
Same nigga, same trick, same wrist
Nigga just frostbit
At the bar off six bottles of Cris'
Hookers look like models and shit
Nigga, 'cause we gangsta
We like, "Fuck a ho"
Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though
Gangsta
We like, "Fuck a ho"
Never thinkin' of 'em, though
Gangsta
We like, "Fuck a ho"
Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though
Gangsta
We like, "Fuck a ho"
Never thinkin' of 'em, though
Gangsta
We like, "Fuck a ho"
Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though
Gangsta
We like, "Fuck a ho"
Never thinkin' of 'em, though
I used to ball
Like Mark Hopkins, Wendell, and Doggie Jerome
Used to
Hang out the window with the nine chrome when it was on
Used to
Sing out the window when I was fourteen years old
It was one o'clock in the morning, in her window
Hard as a stone, gotta get it on
Hit domes, split domes, put chromes in they crevices
Gotta let it rip
Better hope that clip don't split you like a lettuce
Got a fetish for meat, retreat
Penetration, generating the heat
Beat to the slutty meat
Got it all on my Dickies and seats (Fuck)
Never trusted a ho, just busted a ho in the grill
I'm the type of nigga that'll get real
Shoot them slugs in your bill, gotta get that mill'
Gotta pop that pill too
Gotta fuck you 'til I kill you
Like rip, don't even trip
Eat 'em up like soul food, this is four, fool
And the nine connected
Double jeopardy if you step to me
Get a hysterectomy for disrespectin' me
Expect to leak your life away
Used to cut 'em up in little pieces for the meat grip
Hooked the meat like fish fillet
Nigga, 'cause we gangsta
We like, "Fuck a ho"
Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though
Gangsta
We like, "Fuck a ho"
Never thinkin' of 'em, though
Gangsta
We like, "Fuck a ho"
Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though
Gangsta
We like, "Fuck a ho"
Never thinkin' of 'em, though
Gangsta
We like, "Fuck a ho"
Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though
Gangsta
We like, "Fuck a ho"
Never thinkin' of 'em, though
I'm a rhyme fanatic
Titanic grinder, used to minor static
Tryna have it, automatic MAC
Black vagina addict, silly rabbit
Tricks is for kids, you must be crazy
'Cause screwin' got niggas doin' bids and pushin' up daisies
It never ceases to amaze me what niggas do for the cock
Like what G's do for the block and these fiends do for the rock
Tick-tock, it don't stop
From the back, bottom, or on top, we got 'em hot
If we can't make it crack, then it won't pop
Pop
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