That's My Car
Do or Die
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Uh, uh-huh
Uh, uh
Just, bailin' outta the bed
Crossed up with some hoe with some nice head
Feelin' exhausted, wanna flow sex
Still sippin' on the last night Moet, about to get dressed
So I pull out the Prada with the Gucci fit
Might as well pull out two fits
I's a rough girl with two pick, lookin' too slick
About to jump off the two chicks
On the way to the strip to bump off a new bitch
Got to get the hydro too quick
Ski, yeah, little or whatever in the hood, we campaign
Flamin' Mary, poppin' champagne
Later on, get a little brain
If the head right, I'm in the Cadillac every night
Turn the windows like airtight
And it seem like, "Ooh, shit, oh, shit, ah"
Rich niggas in the brand new car (Uh-huh)
Bumpin' hoes in the woodgrain, I make '
Em say, "Who that?" (Who that? Who that?)
They call the nigga from the Chi, whoever blew that
A Black & Mild with some Hennessy with two sacks, nigga, true that
When we be ridin' 'lacs
Little kids be like, "That's my car, that's my car"
When we be ridin' 'lacs
Little kids be like, "That's my car, that's my car"
When we be ridin' 'lacs
Little kids be like, "That's my car, that's my car"
When we be ridin' 'lacs
Little kids be like, "That's my car, that's my car"
Well, I gotta pimp like automatically
'Cause I'm painted like a picture on the canopy
Baby mama lookin' very mad at me
But I trick her with the dick like magically
And drastically, got a car full of hoes in my Escalade
Six EV's in my Escalade
Twenty-inch rims on my Escalade
Ask the Bay, all the niggas say, "Mm, like this some shit"
Dressed in black, new hats
Spell C-A-D-A, Caddillac
Bumpin' AC with the hoes in the back
Used to be the Clicc, see, too, matter fact
Can't pimpology keep the women intact
Hittin' game five when I'm watchin' the map
Burn a hundred dollars, did I do that?
Niggas spend hoes for the flaws of the game
And when you say, "Be low," put a pause on the name
I'ma die a pimp, be the Hall of the Fame
Niggas ain't changed, y'all know the gang
I can meditate while the girl give me brain
Dodgin' the pole and I'm switchin' the lane
Money ain't a thing, chicks ain't a thing
Cris' ain't a thing, all in the name
When we be ridin' 'lacs
Little kids be like, "That's my car, that's my car"
When we be ridin' 'lacs
Little kids be like, "That's my car, that's my car"
When we be ridin' 'lacs
Little kids be like, "That's my car, that's my car"
When we be ridin' 'lacs
Little kids be like, "That's my car, that's my car"
Now when you're pro off in this game
It ain't all about your walk or how many chicks you got
But who can ride a coldest 'Lac?
'Cause we still cold pimpin', puttin' it down with the oldest macks
See, I was told the fact the good game check all game
And y'all can't be messin' with these broads and thangs
Have a nigga bein' Crip, gettin' all exchange
Get stuck up, now how y'all gon' explain it now?
Hell no, she can't come for my dough
But why she gon' wife the other chicks? I don't know
So I don't remove before the pants hit the floor
See, I get the plans before the chicks at the door, you know
See, we don't love these hoes
And we don't trust these hoes
Can't stay above these hoes
Why don't we just fuck these hoes?
That's what an old pimp told me
Never love a chick that be runnin' the streets
Never love a chick that be gone for weeks
Never love a chick that be offin' your peeps
If she gon' creep, then go and let her creep
If she gon' cheat, then go and let her cheat
If she gon' freak, then go and let her freak
If a ho don't work, then a ho don't eat
When we be ridin' 'lacs
Little kids be like, "That's my car, that's my car"
When we be ridin' 'lacs
Little kids be like, "That's my car, that's my car"
When we be ridin' 'lacs
Little kids be like, "That's my car, that's my car"
When we be ridin' 'lacs
Little kids be like, "That's my car, that's my car"
Every time I hit the spot
All the honeys think I'm hot
You know this play don't stop
Every time I bend the block
I say, "What's up?" and blow
'Cause all the shorties know
It's Mista, whoa, whoa