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nigga, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey

See me ridin' in a 44 on the seat
With a or a blow get low than we see
No tag, no license, trunk with D
Ridin' Fulton in D where we it to be

They pull us over, you I'm stoppin', you must be fuckin' wit me
If they don't want to die tonight, they stop fuckin' wit me
I'm gonna pull over in home my cousin and B
And they gon' hide me in they home while they for me

Hey we the neighborhood superstars, couple Chevy's pullin'
Thousand worth of dimes in the trap with rock stars
We're puttin' fear in cowards hearts, when see us on the block
Swervin' in the deuce in quarters, bustin' shots just

The hell I care about caught, I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the same serving drops
I a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at TIP's spot
I'm burning rubber, the cops, another dead on my block, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go, hey

I'm Cadillac daddy, pull up on hoes from old Natty
I said I'm Pimp ho what's happenin'
Westside get them panties, snap, she asked me can I do the Laffy
I I do it to make the pussy happy

Let's get a room over on Virginia, step sweeter than continue
Ya airing for a little fender
just remember, make it quick
These niggas of know me, I'm the shit

I'm in a bubble kush Chevy, well, at least that's what it like
Hit the gas, fire blowing out the tail pipe
Tail pipe, that's all these hos wanna lick for the
I treat 'em like Tina, that pussy and you call me Ike

right, monster ride sittin' on the 28s
It sound like a stadium, you would of thought the Braves
The engine running like Vick, the Falcons on the hood
Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you they in my hood

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey

Ain't no tellin' I'm goin', less I'm steppin' out
Sittin' on the life, windows up, in the clouds
up the console, that's where I got my gun
Right next to that, get that bag and roll one

I got the vitamins, a freak fuck all night
Hos know, killers on the west side stripes
Make that money turn bright, just at my piece and my grill
Swervin' off Church St. the pimp God gave me

I was born up in Bankhead, y'all me
Way back in '83, T.I. up the street from me
Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas having wit me
Half never a G in a cap in my Beamer V

Ten screens falling, my Chevy watch it on me
Ridin' down Simpson, to waste my purple lean on me
Purple linen clean on me, the whole 3 on me
Waffle Charger, yellow, black I got a bee on me

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey