chorus x2} i dont know yall i dont fuck wit yall cuz im a big dog i dont know yall i dot fuck wit yall man cuz im a big dog {verse1-young dro} i dont
I bother with the bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
simple mathematics, that equal more hoes I smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of flows Shit I didn't have to say that, y'all already know [Chorus] - 2X
: (feat. Young Dro) Welcome to the strip club Pay ya admission Ladies tell these niggas don't touch you If they ain't tippin Tell a bitch don't criticize
chumps on top Or on the highway in somethin that ends with I Like I, 745, I Or the F-E-double-R-the-A-R-I AR-15 to spray y'all guys You die (you die)
P-I-M-P-ology I played you and you paid me Believe me when I tell you girl I know you a freak for fuckin with me, that ain't all you can be Just put your
Supa Nate] I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight Fuck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates I'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this
t no tame to y'all I'm still a young bitch and i'm ashamed of y'all Mad cuz they know no clique claimed to y'all And y'all hoes is like fuck me, the same
and I gave y'all a way to rhyme God guides us, from public assistance to high rises Condos, houses where y'all can't find us Move on your cliques in silence
what it is, don't get it f'd up Meth, what? F.Y.I., you need a heads up And I don't mean to beat you in the head, but (head, but) When you spit that,
balls all day (YEEEAAAHHH!!) Somebody pray for me, I don't know nothin' else (AYE!) Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself I came
the Chevrolet shaking [Chorus] [T.I.] I'll make a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest Underaged civilian in the tigthest ride, I want the best I
lyrics sick and derranged Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man [Chorus] Ay be easy - you don't want no
I break dames I like 'em small or bigger with a figure eight frame So if she fine I bet she mine when I find time Man I ain't lying, mine dimes I don't
ain't gettin no 'tho L.A. gone and I ain't gotta deal no mo' (Picture that) A ghetto vision ain't real no mo' (Picture that) Ah T.I.P. ain't work for
Three - Trick Daddy] (T.I.) (Who I'm isss...) I represent for the Tre-o-five Down with the rubberband man, y'all call him young T.I. See I been an O.G
ain't playing [Soulja Boy:] Soulja Boy I'll bust your brain A nigga talking all that shit Y'all niggas cannot represent Fucking with the youngest killer, youngest
Stay high, I'm from the streets Murderville, NY I told y'all I was comin, niggas thought I was frontin I want it all, in nine-bill I'm sayin something
