Pimp C E

Baby on the track. Choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber. Beat my geek up. We can go out here, This lil' bitch think she blockin' my hustle We Motivatin' the streets, lil' bitch, you actin' too Stubborn Pour a deuce up in my Sprite, I feel this shit in my stomach Roll a Wood of luxury weed, yeah, we got grams for The hundreds Man what's cap, we still alive, You hear this shit, say you buggin' Of course It's R. I. P. to Fredo, we had difference, But fuck it Sometimes I stay away, I feel no one ever love me Hidin' all The pain when I'm the only one sufferin' Clips Long, feel like I got big dog status Diggin' In my pockets when I ain't really even have It Givin' niggas lungs, man, I ain't trippin', Let 'em have it I put my life on The line, can you imagine? Choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber Candy Cadillac, Buddha bag blowin' gushers Double cup my Brother, section full of sisters Tail like a whale, Know a nigga love some cushion Couple niggas fell Off, real nigga kept it pushin' Couple bitches call Me, but a nigga never listen Candy painted bubber, Ballin' always double Flagrant on these bitches, They too foul, I can't cover Yeah, yeah Took A minute, bumpin' Pimp C with my windows tinted, Ayy I'm too in it, half a blunt up, Runtz inside the ashtray Got some pretty foreign Bitches, say they love to fornicate Hit her once, Now she all up in my phone want a Date