Charge it 2 a Bitch
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Like my young nigga prods breakin' this shit
Don't get this motherfuckin' shit twisted
I've not got to save em' though
When i get me a big butthole
I rest in for a minute, i hit it then i quit it
Then i let em' go
Then all the G's in the hood call me,
Can i like to call
I got the Jah's on my right side, Jah's on my left
I need to trade em' in but the Jah's to deaf
Faking for a dick as i role on the east side
Left the box there and slide on the ass high
Mr. prods finna get it up in ya
You go Mississippi while i got through a Virginia
Back, Front, Slide to the sideways
Nigga's coming in like i'm feelin' the whole pain
Never goin' nuts when a nigga hits box
Oops i forgot hoe i left my damn socks
Then you are going, but she must've liked fucking
Lying to your man, now you're payin' for the Prodeje
I don't want to brack but i fucked that bitch good
Tricks on my tray and i fase through all hoods
So as i said, so i can bust it like a tweeter
And if you're broke let me stroke it i don't need ya
Evil games on the role again
Been drinkin' gin down my friends at Pole again
Trickin' my troll these hoes and for
they best they better recognize game
Or better get off my roley
Ain't nothin worse then a broke ass hoe knockin' at yo do'
Cuz other might lick off the honey,
but Prodeje's like me do it for money
Nigga
Don't get me wrong i fuck them hoes like a track meat
Remember watch the pussy in the backseat
Charge it 2 a bitch just like my cadillacs told me
Mind on my money cope a honey for my homie
H- to the A- to the V-
I- to the K- to the K- nigga yo
One for yo ass nigga 2 for your crew
I'm so nigga fire, bitch what you wanna do
On the west side, the hoe side the real motherfuckers
The slide to the slick it gets wicked motherfucker
My rolex is proper
That 6'4 be switchin'
(I really don't know what he said here)
Real g's
Attention
Cuz ain't shit changed for the sea flow
Dis gangster keep down on the bin flow
Uh
1, 2, 3 you can't see em' all
The og's hittin' corners motherfucker, hoe
I'm so flossy you bitches cant fade that
(I, again, really don't have any clue what he said
Drop that shit when yo ass is thight
They wanna roll high class but only if that ass is right
We can dip, dip and die
Let me flip it up 60
Hit the A-Zone
Bustin damn walls with my damn pole
So wow wow nigga doggystyle for ya
Oh damn, i feels a damn thing for ya
Yeah you motherfuckin' bitches know how to motherfuckin squat
Gettin' that motherfuckin box
So you better watch out
Cuz we turn a looong pipe
It's hot dolla, rock wolla, the gangster fantastic bombastic
Screeching at this hoes like elastic
Nigga's tried to get my sack but them taco's never lasted
Her ego gonna crack that ass toss it back in traffic
I'm so fantastic the bomb big puzel
You bitch bamboozle or you best start schoolin
Cuz all hot dolla wanna keep that box and fill it
A nigga that lost his mind when the bitch came up yelling
Hot dolla, hot dolla you left a
baby chicken and he steps the fuck back
It's a fact
I won't kick a pennie
Struck in like a project piccadilly
And won't be no movies of no motherfucking penny
The track that stops by 2 tiddies
It's all good and plenty
Cuz hoes don't mean no jack to me
See i can drop and kick that ass it comes right back to me
I got these bitches screaming holla for mo
Put my kanoo in the water
Play my guitar on the honey's row
Wiliyo
No lie unlike a relaxer
Charge it 2 a bitch cuz i'm a taxer
Well it's me, G, your nigga from the squad
Hoes on my back as i struggle for my stack
(don't know what he says)
Recite all my hoes like the fresh starting sunshine
Never put a hoe before yo' homie
Fuck em' and leave em
Break up for their money
And strap
Big baller, so many people call me mister shot caller
1 hoe 2 hoe 3 hoe 4
Hood rats hoods stars
This ain't a domino
Young prod, slide with me
Would you hoe so you can suck all
the juice out my straw (really though)
Like my young nigga prods breakin' this shit
Don't get this motherfuckin' shit twisted
I've not got to save em' though
When i get me a big butthole
I rest in for a minute, i hit it then i quit it
Then i let em' go
Then all the G's in the hood call me,
Tell em' like to call
I stroll down the block
I looked across the street beatin holla cuz she caused
I looked at my nigga's and said:'Don't start that shit!'.
Cuz all yo nigga's know i charge it 2 a bitch