Yo, once the Mo start drippin
Hoes start trippin
Tell em my name Boo
You know we all hittin
But look mami
I got 3 drinks in me stuck
And I aint tryna talk, Im tryna fuck
If the pussy gets wetter
Chicks, I never sweat her
Im gettin all the cheddar
Bitch, read the letter
I pattened the plan
Get a dick suck wit a gat in my hand
Bitch, its thug passion
Chicks drive by in their whips
They be flashin
Do you know Bonic and Lib?
They be askin
If the bitch wanna ask me shit, Ima hit
Attitude just like Cancun, Ima trip
Now niggas pissed
Know why? Cause Im the shit
If you cop a 5, imagine what Im gone get
Lights out
Most Wanted bring the bikes out
Ball out
Bitches on the back
Ass all out
I got hoes wit accents
And I dont mean Hundais
My hands touched more bricks than Quamays
Icell blind you
For real dog, believe me
Only feel comfortable around Ray Charles and Stevie
So Ima take it easy
So why dont you run across the border mama?
(Ill run cross the border papa)
And what will you bring me back mama?
(You know what Ill bring you back papa)
So dont forget (I wont forget)
To bring me back (To bring you back)
What I need (What you need)
Tonight (Tonight)
Will you run across the border mama?
(Ill go cross the border papa)
(Mr. Mr.)
I know the fuck you heard
Give me head while I drive
Bitch, I like to swerve
Ill take you to the airport so you can cop them birds
Now is you bout it mami?
Whoa, let me know
Is it the dick, the car, the looks, or the dough?
She said, "Mostly the dough, playa I dont lie."
I hit once, then hit her girlfriend
Ask, "When can we all get together again?"
And I never love hoes
What you talkin about?
I party your wife, nigga
You be eatin her out
And I sat there and told you that I cum in her mouth
And my connect the only reason she be runnin down south
Bitches high for a ride dependin who key startin
So fuck a Jaguar
Cop a Aston Martin, pardon
No talkin, Mr. say sparkin
Niggas cant understand
They still walkin
Hot ass whips is what they see Boo in
We play down in C-A-C-U-N
Uh, nice wit the O flex outta line
Cut a bitch off like O.J.
Yall aint ready
Thats why all yall niggas look hurt
When yall see me
More Franklins than Kirk
And Im spendin em wit GP
Thick tube socks I rock like Im from DC
Cash Money as in Juvenile like BG
Top down on the Cadillac Allante
I get street stripes like Carlito Brigante
Dog, I tax yall cause it costs to live
And still show no love like foster kids
I rent out homes in the hood and live across the bridge
My cars hotter than Negril
While yall walk, I wheel
Oh, your Roley go tick and tock? Its not real
And keep a piece around my neck I know worth ya deal, nigga
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