(Verse 1: Don Mykel)
She want a nigga with the ski mask skully in the winter
Be willing to eat a nigga food just to feed her dinner
My addiction is leg splitting, feening to get up in her
She in my hood for the wood, I bet she leave with a splinter
The Desert E. in the sprinter
We tour the city for pity
I take her to every 'jects that was litty when we was kids
Extended clip on the 50
Thats 25 at your wig, another 10 at ya legs, last 15 at your ribs
And 17 at the crib
And myself, when paper was low? We was selling weed upstate
We break a plate down to "O"'s
And break our "O" down to grams, and bust a scam on the road
Them Chevy's was sitting heavy, touch downs at the "Go"
(Hook)
Now every since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin', poppin' my collar, poppin', poppin' my collar
Every since I can remember I been working these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand
(Verse 2: Reggie Rude)
Need more stacks than a little bit
More racks baby wiggle it
More rocks in a nigga hand
Talkin bout mine hope you understand
See I love when you dip it low
Bring it back to me yeah bring it slow
Hardly fast cause this ain't race
Put my tongue in let me have a taste
See my addiction cure
My pain is sure the cause
Get a dose once gon' want some more
Cause you know my body yours
Don't care about your plans
Don't care about your man's
Don't run and move your hands
Big dick can make demands
Cause
She want a nigga with the ski mask skully in the winter
Be willing to eat a nigga food just to feed her dinner
My addiction is leg splitting, feening to get up in her
She in my hood for the wood, I bet she leave with a splinter
The Desert E. in the sprinter
We tour the city for pity
I take her to every 'jects that was litty when we was kids
Extended clip on the 50
Thats 25 at your wig, another 10 at ya legs, last 15 at your ribs
And 17 at the crib
And myself, when paper was low? We was selling weed upstate
We break a plate down to "O"'s
And break our "O" down to grams, and bust a scam on the road
Them Chevy's was sitting heavy, touch downs at the "Go"
(Hook)
Now every since I can remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin', poppin' my collar, poppin', poppin' my collar
Every since I can remember I been working these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand
(Verse 2: Reggie Rude)
Need more stacks than a little bit
More racks baby wiggle it
More rocks in a nigga hand
Talkin bout mine hope you understand
See I love when you dip it low
Bring it back to me yeah bring it slow
Hardly fast cause this ain't race
Put my tongue in let me have a taste
See my addiction cure
My pain is sure the cause
Get a dose once gon' want some more
Cause you know my body yours
Don't care about your plans
Don't care about your man's
Don't run and move your hands
Big dick can make demands
Cause
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