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nigga, 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 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 loaded D
Fulton in D where we know it to be

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

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

The hell I care about gettin' caught, I'm bail by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the same bomb drops
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at spot
I'm burning rubber, fuck the cops, 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 daddy, pull up on some hoes from old Natty
I said I'm Pimp Squad ho what's
Westside get them panties, snap, she asked me can I do the Laffy
I said I do it to make the happy

Let's get a room over on Virginia, inside sweeter than continue
Ya for a little fender bender
Baby just remember, make it
These niggas kind of know me, I'm the

I'm in a bubble Chevy, well, at least that's what it smells like
Hit the gas, blue fire out the tail pipe
Tail pipe, that's all these hos lick for the night
I 'em like Tina, beat 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 know they in my

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 am I s'posed to go, hey

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

I got the vitamins, make a fuck all night
Hos know, on the west side earn stripes
Make that money turn bright, just look at my piece and my
off Church St. the pimp God gave me skills

I was born up in Bankhead, remember me
Way back in '83, T.I. stayed up the street me
Just I'm from Bankhead, niggas having beef wit me
Half seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V

Ten screens falling, my Chevy it lean on me
Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to waste my lean on me
linen clean on me, the whole zone 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 am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey