Lyrics
Let's do this, fuckin' killas
Prophet Posse, Dayton Family
Flint Town, Michigan Style, Memphis
Down South, Gold Teeth
Gold D's, fuck you hoes
I pimp you bitches like I'm gold
I'm flossy like a bone
I'm shinin' like a motherfuckin diamond
I'm a motherfuckin' playa
I'm a motherfuckin' playa
Finish it, nigga
I'm gonna touch your soul
Niggas, we be cold
Bank roll, fold, bitches, niggas, hoes
Kick it

Comin from Flint, bitches we big, and plus we 'bout it
Nigga Paul we need that green, can't live without it'
Stop at the store, let's scoop some Mo', and now we rollin
Dollars, we foldin' on the strip, grip is what we holdin'
Makin' money, ain't shit funny, about these Memphis streets
Hookers get pimped from their head to their fuckin' feet
Walk in to Denny's, countin' them pennies, you didn't come too soon
Lookin for fuckin' hookers, suckin' in the bathroom
Step in the alley, not no baddie, boy ,these bitches trife
Better make that money for your pimp or he gon' take your life
Third street, no shoes on feet, Motel 61
Lookin' for action, so much transaction, better have your gun
Catherine's on a hustle, so why you bitches wishin'
Off from court from bootleg and now I'm on a mission
Ghetto ease, he with the Viper rollin 80 Gs
Boomin' off keys, suck on these and I'm just smokin' trees
Set me up and get me up, I gotta get ya
Hit ya where we split ya, makin' sure the story fit ya

Set me up and wet me up, I gotta get ya
Hit ya where we split ya, makin' sure the story fit ya
Set me up and wet me up, I gotta get ya
Hit ya where we split ya, makin' sure the story fit ya
Set me up and wet me up, I gotta get ya
Hit ya where we split ya, makin' sure the story fit ya
Set me up and wet me up, I gotta get ya
Hit ya where we split ya, makin' sure the story fit ya

Life's a bitch up in the south, big booty bitches
Got my dick up in her mouth, pimped her to riches
Where you from? You make me cum with your pussy lips
Walkin' strips, shakin' your hips, that's where my money flips
Smackin' bitches, these lazy bitches off that syrup and powder
Funky bitch, need to clean your ass, jump in the shower
Clean my pussy and make my money fuckin' all these tricks
Suckin' dicks in a pickup truck, no time to sit
Get your purse, nothin' worse than losin' money, ho
You gon' pay me, if you gotta be a hooker with five toes
Sellin' draws, lickin' these balls make me fall in love
Breakin' laws with pussy walls wetter than water tubs
Nigga, I own it, you the nigga plan to bone it
That next component, if you want it, playa, jump up on it
My bitches freaky, actin' sneaky, bust they head in public
Breakin' off the cane, fuckin' up they brains, and these bitches love it

My bitches freaky, actin' sneaky, bust they head in public
Breakin' off the cane, fuckin' up they brains, and these bitches love it
My bitches freaky, actin' sneaky, bust they head in public
Breakin' off the cane, fuckin' up they brains, and these bitches love it
My bitches freaky, actin' sneaky, bust they head in public
Breakin' off the cane, fuckin' up they brains, and these bitches love it
My bitches freaky, actin' sneaky, bust they head in public
Breakin' off the cane, fuckin' up they brains, and these bitches love it

Now I'mma claim South Side, forever, any day, bitch
Mane, fuck all this talking, let that AK-40 spray, which
Most of y'all like to see some blood spillin' anyway
Bodies fall, niggas dyin' young, oh, that's everyday
If I slay one of you bustas down it's gon' be a loss
You gon' pay me what you owe and get jacked in that cross
Fired, never retired out the game, in and out of jail
Cause I'm bout' this cheese, fuck the fame, you can go to hell
With that shit, got's to get what I can, back on these bricks
Project Pat, suicidal lifestyle, I'm livin' it
Who's to blame when you run your mouth and you come up dead
Slangin' caine, robbed him for his dope, put some in his head
Fucked that boy off with that sawed off pump
Then I told real McCoy, what you dealin' with, don't you get your wig
Chopped up, Kaze Click, we put the fuckin' "D" in dirt
Hooked up with niggas outta Flint and we puttin' in work

Chopped up, Kaze Click, we put the fuckin' "D" in dirt
Hooked up with niggas outta Flint and we puttin' in work
Chopped up, Kaze Click, we put the fuckin' "D" in dirt
Hooked up with niggas outta Flint and we puttin' in work
Chopped up, Kaze Click, we put the fuckin' "D" in dirt
Hooked up with niggas outta Flint and we puttin' in work
Chopped up, Kaze Click, we put the fuckin' "D" in dirt
Hooked up with niggas outta Flint and we puttin' in work

Copyright: BMG Rights Management
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard




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