Russian Grip
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That's Nineteen Racks, nigga
Hahahaha
I got the bitch, I got the whip, I guess I said that once again
No, I cannot count all of my sins
But baby girl, you got more than his
Pour that Tris, if you my bitch then you
Really ride for me with the stick, yeah
Baby give you that dinosaur dick, when I pull
Up in the whip, you know who it is, yeah
Dick on the gun so it busts right at your
Lip, shells bust, your flesh, it rip
That pussy had Russian grip, think it must be it
So I think that I was sick, 'cause I'm pourin' up Actavis
My cough too loud, my weed in pounds, the car impound, so we wild out
Woah, you really kiss that thot-thot, ooh, then she be in my drop top
Damn, better back up when I'm up
Pop back pack, servin' that soft rock
Yeah, used to bang in that Southside
Now I'm slingin' that cross-town way, huh
Yeah, eating good hibachi at Matsuhisa, I know it's my time, babe, uh
Then she hit me up on my phone for a good
Time, said she wanna ride my pipeline
Met her in Italy at night time, said she wanna be my lifeline
No, babe, I don't even like wine, sippin' codeine in the Sprite line
Yeah, pussy boy won't need to fight crime
I had the scope with the sight on
I had the fork, I'm a python, poppin' the Roxy, bet that I'm gone
Takin' an Addy, continue the fight on, and it's your
Bitch that I got my eyes on (I started the money)
Talk to me, well, I light up, told my manager to get me a line up
Chokin' that crossfade, tokin' that white up
Open the fridge and I polish a pint off
Yeah, your molecules turn you to ions, I'm gettin' stoned off R-E-I-R
Never had a shoulder to cry on, so I
Got so many clothes that I'm buyin'
Mama told me never sell out, I got the soul
Of a lion, I hit the goal, I'm high and
Bitch, call me your highness, so I got
My goons on go, 'bout to slide in, yeah
I got the bitch, I got the whip, I guess I said that once again
No, I cannot count all of my sins
But baby girl, you got more than his
Pour that Tris, if you my bitch then you
Really ride for me with the stick, yeah
Baby give you that dinosaur dick, when I pull
Up in the whip, you know who it is, yeah
Dick on the gun so it busts right at your
Lip, shells bust, your flesh, it rip
That pussy had Russian grip, think it must be it
So I think that I was sick, 'cause I'm pourin' up Actavis
My cough too loud, my weed in pounds, the car impound, so we wild out
The lean ran out, so we gon' drown
I leave you now, she know what we about