Hey yo, my truck talk for me
If I was bummy and ugly
Your bitch'll still have love for me
As long as I push a truck, rims chunky
Never open my lips, your bitch wanna **** me
Beep the air horn, hop in turn the heat on
Pick you up off the streets get your feet warm
She giving sex cause the Lex truck takes unleaded
Big thick thighs, eyes browner than Sahara deserts
Deuce-Deuce, bitches, yeah they caught your eye
And them loud system full of bass and highs
You see that X5 BM
Packed with Puerto Ricans
Bad mommies on the low, just creepin
Niggas be frontin like they bubbling coke
But they really struggling with a high car note
Back seat of my truck lets swing an episode
**** a hotel we have sex on the road
I pull the seats back
Put the sheets in the luggage rack
Pull out my balls
And play an Aaron Hall track
I tell a chick "Bend over, mami"
Hit 'em with the Henny Dick
Now my windows foggy
Its time to party, I got TV's, CD's and DVD's
Now bitch, get on your knees
You could be a model chick or a silly hood rat
Don't cum on my leather, don't stain my floor mats
Where's your baby mama?
She in the truck and I'm blessin her
Undressing her
Make hop out for air re-freshener
I ain't stressing her
'Cause my rims keep checkin her
She's 21, my rim size older than her
TWENTY TWO'S
Now Ya'll Know,
I'm Known To Spit The Nicest . . .
But Your BARS Ain't Serving ****,
Like A Revoked Liquor License . . .
The Vicious Titan . . . My Crown?
Die If You Try To Get It,
You-Know, My-Saliva,
Pure Glucose,SO If You Diabetic . . .
You Need To Speak-Up . . .
Or Find-A-Medic . . .
NO ******* WITH ME . . . Get It ?
These-Sluts Need To Concede Lust . . .
I Drink Gasoline By The Liter,
Most Diesel Trucks Can't Keep Up . . .
Put Here To Dominate . . .
As Birthright, Given My First-Mic . . .
Dick? Straight, Turn-Dikes,
Hit-Brakes, Turn Right . . .
Before You Get Left !
I'm So Street, I Don't Got Pores, I Got Potholes . . .
Out For The Chips And The Cheese, Like Nachos!
Don't Sleep, Follow My Dreams And Not-Those,
Regulated By Race Or Class . . .
Slaves Amass, Bound To Rhythm . . .
My Sound Is Given, Your Hope Is Clout . . .
So Hot, My Spit's A Gas Before I Open Mouth!
Never Had A PUNCH About Dentures,
Cause' My Fist Look Like It Mold To Jowls . . .
. . . .I'm Reality,
And I Got More Waiting For Checks,
Than A Welfare Line . . .
what you think of dat one
Out For The Chips And The Cheese, Like Nachos!
LMFAO!! WOW IM STILL LAUGHING...
what did you think of mine?
that **** was off da hook
gotta have someone else judge it
Fake love's when your homie give you dap
Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped
Fake love..
Fake love's when they never be around
But once you get rich, they all get down
Fake love..
Fake love's when your friend **** your bitch
Don't think with his head only think with his dick
Fake love..
So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends
Dont show no love, don't pretend
Now your man ain't your man if he extortin' you nigga
And your man ain't your man if he shortenin' you nigga
Listen money talks, and bullshit run marathons
When your money's gone, thats when them hoes gon'
Fake love is when a nigga sets you up
How he knew about your chain when your ching was tucked
You know the type that rats you out, sell you out
Get locked, your man ain't gon' bail you out
You got a brand new whip, your **** is lovely
Yeah it's aight, but its rims is ugly
Fake friends, show fake love
You know the type of nigga that'll leave you in the club
Fake love..
lol ok cause i liked both of are verses... lmao
lol, ok im out check it l8tr...
i need to find somebody who has connections wit someone has a record label
no man havent had time to busy in school work
no man i'm dead serious i have about 28 songs
If I get knocked with my blunt nigga I'm runnin'
If I catch a murder one nigga I'm runnin'
Homicide come around and they keep on coming
That's why I'm out of state and I keep on runnin'
I ain't Nelly but my desert eagles on girl
Just dropped bail traveling the world
When I sign my deal I said **** jail
I went on tour to Barcelona and Brazil
This **** real **** an appeal
D's want my head like that bitch in Kill Bill
Sling dope sling crack and them e pills
That's why I'm on the low like a dead navy seals
