Top Songs By Natalac
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Natalac
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sheldon Martinez Davis
Songwriter
Ryan Tyrell Hamer
Songwriter
Adrian Taylor
Songwriter
Matthew West
Songwriter
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
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