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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 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 don't want to die tonight, they best stop fuckin' wit me
I'm gonna over in born home my cousin and B
And they gon' hide me in they home while they for me

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

The hell I about gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the same bomb drops
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, 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 where am I 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 said I do it to make the happy

Let's get a room over on Virginia, step inside than continue
Ya airing for a little 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 blowing out the tail pipe
Tail pipe, that's all these hos wanna for the night
I treat 'em like Tina, that pussy and you call me Ike

Thats right, monster ride on the 28s
It like a stadium, you would of thought the Braves played
The engine running Vick, with 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 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 where I'm goin', less I'm steppin' out
Sittin' on the high life, 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, make a freak fuck all
Hos know, killers on the side earn stripes
Make that money turn bright, look at my piece and my grill
Swervin' off Church St. the God gave me skills

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

Ten falling, my Chevy watch it lean on me
Ridin' Simpson, 'bout to waste my purple lean on me
Purple linen clean on me, the whole 3 on me
Waffle House Charger, yellow, 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 where am I to go, hey