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Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, low I my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let back
I like my beat down low and my top let Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch
I like my beat low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black
I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody wit' me You can ask the real and all the bad bitches I'm a known drug dealer; I always fifties And the and the killers was all in class wit' me SS's on twenty-sixes, some television Shorty, I'm slippin', got the berretta in vision And ready to pop the in, ready to get to trippin' Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol Pimp the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin' Polices try to pursue me; nothin' but gas-given Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my children Think I'm bad now, you a seen me before I had children Give to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children Hope he got insurance 'cause I definitely have some endurance Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm grippin'
I my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit high and ya windows black
I like my down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black
I got this Pimp Squad Click; I you heard about us Young filthy rich, and we ain't worried 'bout much On this I clutch In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his heart I Got ya partners and the broad in ya car up What ya under thought a star wouldn't bust I got the and the guts on this perp I blow Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk mo' Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Hollywood On the bird in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos On a pill and half with my Young Dro Dro Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul number fo' rappers', old dudes, told dudes I'm a pro With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter brick of (Hey), nigga, don't you hit me 'less you six or mo' My blades glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
I like my down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch
I like my beat down low and my top let Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black
I wear the down under, man, somebody better tell 'em 'For I spit a hundred rounds and everybody bailin' I got some bitches in a Benz and my in the Chevy And now we ridin' and Asani's on Pirellis If ya ever think ya to run up on me, just forget it The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and ya shredded Pistol way in the truck, and my knife on Ya think he ain't gettin' stuck, you got life up A couple stiches in ya hip will ya night fucked up Will he live? Will he die? Guess he luck up Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri like a for a buck Against Lamborghini Gallardo time I get a car
I like my down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back Ya like ya hot and ya top let back If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black
I like my down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' with a chopper in the back Ya like ya hot and ya top let back If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black