Lyrics

Let's all bow our heads If you ain't living like this I don't know how the fuck you living Uh say what? When you say something real After that your supposed to say uhh (Chuuuch) You know what I'm saying When you spitting the real after that you say (chuuuch) Kollard Green talk to 'em Say what? Aye let me put you up on game, oh Step up you must not like your brains P 90 like the bloods and creep it bang You've been broke your whole life, aye who's the blame I'm with pimp of the city Got these niggas feeling shitty Bad Boys like P ditty Getting rich off the kitty While you cleaning trash filthy I be hanging with the squad This South Carolina We'll shoot ya' in ya' yard I'm in all black everyday Tom Brady with the play Hit 'em with the May lay Touch down 10k I told her suck harder you'll get farther Aye I'll do the thinking girl don't bother Hey you used to be in East over, look at you now You can go right back at the blink of an eye I've been pimping since pimping Been pimping flipping this money I'm getting scientist up in the kitchen Catch all the cookies I'm pitching aye Say what? Chuuuch Chuuuch Look aye hey yo this hybrid803 AKA get off yo' ass If my bitches can't dance We gone work the only fans Slanging pussy like mixtapes Fuck a record deal And we still booking shows Covid ain't slowed shit here I'm chopping game up with Natalac So if you shut the fuck up You might get take something back jack Freelance pussy waist time and money Find something bigger than yourself Hoe and stop being scummy Trip on me she gon' fall on her face Before I hit her I just put another hoe to put back in her place That burn them worst than a hot curling iron to the thigh I bet this bitch gon' learn to respect this pimpin' the next time When I call your phone don't be actin' out I don't wanna hear hello Tell me how much you got My bottom bitch she gone stay on top But like employees of the month Don't start fuckin' up or bye bye Chuuuch Chuuuch I've been stumpin' and thumpin' since the nineties Never sold out only the real find me N.A.T.A.L.A.C Name and face good in any city Been checkin' my traps spittin' my facts Runnin' these hoes keep 'em running back All on the sidelines of that track I cheer lead when she bring that stack back I put so much game in these New Macks They call me the mack dealership daddy mack Stay fly chick and spread your wings You gon' touch the sky when I tell you things Ain't nothin' like a pimp with a pinky ring Always shinning doing his thing Never let a pimp give you wet dreams No panties needed on daddy's team Chuuuch No panties needed on daddy's team Chuuuch No panties needed on daddy's team Chuuuch No panties needed on daddy's team Chuuuch No panties needed on daddy's team Chuuuch
Writer(s): Matthew West, Sheldon Martinez Davis, Adrian Taylor, Ryan Hamer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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