[Intro/Bridge: Max B]
I ain't tryna stop the ride on my cavalary
Niggas tried to body me and ain't nobody stoppin' me
I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Nigga that dough ain't her, that dough is yours
She trickin', gettin' me pick down all to my drawers
Dick (?), beat it in front of homegirl and gets applause
Sloppy head and slippery (?), shorty even lick my balls
Weave down, ass up, that's the way that I like to fuck
Broken wall, sore jaw, open ya mouth and I'm 'bout to nut
I found her fountain, she came 'bout three times I was countin' (yeah)
I pound her couch in, after that she gon' need some counselin' (uh)
Bouncin', broad to broad, I'm not to be kept
Wall to wall, I got to be strapped, girl on girl, I got to be next
Wet and slide and nasty sex
Give 'em the ride and grab they neck
Get 'em a driver, ride then home
This is where I get time alone (alone)
[Verse 2: Max B]
Quarter mil in that Louis bag, shorty wanna do me bad
Get a bitch her do, he pull up in sixes boo
Double up on that hefty bag, I'm the best dick she had
In a long while, momma say all my songs foul
Momma say all my songs sound provacative
"Mommy, how would you know? That shit you do is not marketed"
I'm gon' spark again, pour me cups of Cru, get me nice and right
Pussy, like it nice and tight, cookies, like 'em nice and light
Fluffy like them biscuits that my momma, when she pulled 'em out the oven
Smelled 'em in the air, bullets fly from everywhere
Bet he pull out a heavy gear, every year
I was sittin' in the penitentiary, look at what was sent to me
Letters from these bitches sayin' "Bigga you gon' have to go back in for conspiracy"
One thing wasn't clear to me
Cared to be, how can you niggas prepare to be something you can't see, smell or touch or taste
'09 ma let's up the stakes
I ain't tryna stop the ride on my cavalary
Niggas tried to body me and ain't nobody stoppin' me
I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Nigga that dough ain't her, that dough is yours
She trickin', gettin' me pick down all to my drawers
Dick (?), beat it in front of homegirl and gets applause
Sloppy head and slippery (?), shorty even lick my balls
Weave down, ass up, that's the way that I like to fuck
Broken wall, sore jaw, open ya mouth and I'm 'bout to nut
I found her fountain, she came 'bout three times I was countin' (yeah)
I pound her couch in, after that she gon' need some counselin' (uh)
Bouncin', broad to broad, I'm not to be kept
Wall to wall, I got to be strapped, girl on girl, I got to be next
Wet and slide and nasty sex
Give 'em the ride and grab they neck
Get 'em a driver, ride then home
This is where I get time alone (alone)
[Verse 2: Max B]
Quarter mil in that Louis bag, shorty wanna do me bad
Get a bitch her do, he pull up in sixes boo
Double up on that hefty bag, I'm the best dick she had
In a long while, momma say all my songs foul
Momma say all my songs sound provacative
"Mommy, how would you know? That shit you do is not marketed"
I'm gon' spark again, pour me cups of Cru, get me nice and right
Pussy, like it nice and tight, cookies, like 'em nice and light
Fluffy like them biscuits that my momma, when she pulled 'em out the oven
Smelled 'em in the air, bullets fly from everywhere
Bet he pull out a heavy gear, every year
I was sittin' in the penitentiary, look at what was sent to me
Letters from these bitches sayin' "Bigga you gon' have to go back in for conspiracy"
One thing wasn't clear to me
Cared to be, how can you niggas prepare to be something you can't see, smell or touch or taste
'09 ma let's up the stakes
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