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Let me see it, let me see it
Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, bend over and let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Bend over and let me see it Now, from the city that I live in To the city where I'm from For all the hoes that we done did And the hoes that we ain't done From the ones that fuck for shrimp To the ones that fuck for cum If you ain't fittin' ta fuck, pimp Then you ain't fittin' ta fuck, Bun Hoes from the 'hood That live to keep it live And some office buildin' boppers Workin' 9 to 5 Ball, playa, baby, mama bitches But to me it ain't no thang Let that monkey hang Baby, let me see it See it, see it, let me see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Go'on and let a nigga peak And let a nigga poke Go'on get nigga from his street And let a nigga see it Go'on and let a nigga peak And let a nigga poke Go'on get nigga from his street And let a nigga see it Go'on and let a nigga peak And let a nigga poke Go'on get nigga from his street And let a nigga stroke See, I know that you a freak From passin' to my folk Let me bust it in yo' cheek You muthafuckin' choke It's nothin' but a G thang Baby, when you suck it Steady frontin' in yo' G string Go'on lemme fuck it See, we know that you a pro From shakin' and tuckin' 'Coz we some grown muthafuckas Like to get naked, buck it From the back, to the front And to the side In the 'lac, wit' a blunt Now, where the light? It's a fact I've seen it Lemme get in between it Now, over bend, once again Bitches, show it like ya mean it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it I'm sweet James Jones And a trick I couldn't be it, got a Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it I'm sweet James Jones And a trick I couldn't Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it I'm sweet James Jones And a trick I couldn't be it Yo' a young brown stallion And she 20 years old When she pop it from the back You see that hairy asshole From the A-T-L hoes, to the H town strippers To the boppers in Deville Suckin' us and pullin' zippers Now, it how it make you feel When you see a pimp shine? Bitch, you wastin' too much time Get back up on yo' grind Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it I'm a country ass nigga I fucked wit' yo' wife If yo' bitch come around We put some dick in her life Niggas ain't real, must'a started smokin' rocks It all fell down, 'cause they was bitin' too much pac But what goes up, must come down While these bitches suckin' dick And droppin' to the ground But what goes up, must come down While these bitches suckin' dick And droppin' to the ground But what goes up, must come down While these bitches suckin' dick And droppin' to the ground City, every town, I'm ballin' in the mix I'm servin' niggas bricks Keep a bad yellow bitch On my team, sippin' lean Ain't no thang of the past The '84 Beritz with the slant back ass Keepin' me a pro, next to my fo' Instead of stackin' cheese He steady screamin' to that hoe, let me see it Fuck ass nigga, fuck ass nigga Get yo' mind on yo' money Hol' up, hol' up, UGK bitch Representin' that south, that south And this ain't no muthafuckin' Hip-Hop records These country rap tunes, hol' up |
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Say nigga whatup nigga
How you doin with yo nigga We be ridin' we be rollin' We be fuckin bitches every mornin' Nigga don't mess with us UGK bitch that's us Fuck around and die that's the truth I ain't lyin' I ain't gotta lie gotta cry That's you bitch I see you smile Ain't a thang got 12 hoes Got a jag got a benz Niggas like us do whut? (whassup) Choppin' blades (chorus) We be choppin blades rollin' up in tha streets We be gettin drunk smokin' up in tha streets We be fuckin hoes up in my streets Its 'cause that jigga man ain't pimpin' anymore In these streets We chop blades And hot babes and right fo us and shit And bitch don't fuck round no mo I gotta blade gotta bitch Don't mess with our shit I don't play around when the time comes To be serious And the bitch wants me to cum in my cereal Killer that is with no fuckin soul The end is near bitch watch this shit as it goes [Chorus) Die bitch muddafucka I kill a punk muddafucka I hate em muddafuckaz They don't deserve bitch muddafucka This is rap bitch muddafucka So fuck yeah bitch that me UGK representin the shit in our streets [Chorus] Ye that's us Ye we doin' whut? Ye we choppin blades Should I could I? Hell ye We choppin blades Choppin blades Oh fuck yeah |
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Uh, whut
(Hehe) Smoke somethin', bitch, smoke somethin' I'm up early 'cuz my nigga don't sell dope after night time Love choppin' blades, rollin' hooptie 'N move the dope through the pipeline Pimp C, bitch, holla at yo' bitch, now yo' bitch on my team Got her buyin' us sticky green, lace some with promythazine Candy sweets, a candy bitch, you lookin' at a candy boy I done came down Main and popped trunk Hit the switch on my candy toy We all young ghetto boyz, that's why we act this way Tryin' to see a million dollars Hopin' these niggas don't blast today Pro smoke, pro choke, anti-broke, conservative liberal Left-wing slangin', right-wing hangin' in criminal court, it's civil In the middle of reality, unsolved mysteries riddle Knockin' over fat cats, and gettin' my thoughts off bits and kibbles On note pads I scribble, write rippers that'll make you think Snap so hard it'll break your synchronicity Fuck it, take it, trick, I fake it, blink 'n poof We disappearin' into a shroud of dozier Cloud composures, all-nighters like Folger's But, bitch, I tried to told ya Rollin' Seville (Rollin' Seville) Grippin' my steal (Grippin' my steal) My Tahoe real, man, I'm workin' wood wheel Sedan DeVille (Sedan DeVille) House on the hill (House on the hill), Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel Nigga, how you feel? (Nigga, how you feel?) I feel so trill (I feel so trill) Might pop me a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel House on the hill (House on the hill) Marijuana fields (Marijuana fields) Grippin' my steal, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel They tellin' me, "Bun, don't go there", but man, I just gots to bring it These niggas, they wanna hate on that Texas but scared to sing it They don't know what that star 'bout They don't know what that bar 'bout They don't know what that candy car 'bout or smokin' that joint 'bout All they know is what the fuck I tell 'em or what the fuck we sell 'em Smokin' Swishers, wood grain, and leavin' stains on cerebellums Rebellum, propell 'em, gel 'em from P.A. to Deep Ellum Tell 'em I tol' 'em, wrote 'em, fuck it, phone 'em to hell, to heaven I just spent 60 G's on a brand new Eldo-reeze Black-on-black, drop top 'lac, north star fifth wheel on back Sometimes I feel like Lil' Ke when my trunk steady hummin' Had to leave my bitch 'cuz I fell in love with my chrome plated woman I love my wood wheel Grant, '84 Cadillacs that slant Slowed down Screw tapes that knock, blowin' on Green private stock Bitch, I don't eat hamhocks, try 20 ounce Angus beef Hangin' with young niggas, that pack big triggas 'N got big ass diamonds off in they teeth Fifth wheel and grill (Fifth wheel and grill) Candy Seville (Candy Seville) Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel (Workin' wood wheel) House on the hill (House on the hill) Flexin' mils (Flexin' mils) Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel Comin' down so trill (Comin' down so trill) Nigga, how you feel? (Nigga, how you feel?) Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel Grippin' the steal (Grippin' the steal) Nigga, I'm so real (Nigga, I'm so real) Bitch, how you feel? Nigga, I'm workin' wood wheel Smokin' on bionic, ubonic chronic, it's so ironic Sippin' gin and tonic, supersonic like Johnny Mnemonic We crash your party, piss on your parade Sip syrup like it's Lemonade From Paris to the Palisades to the Promenade Bomb and fade, closes the car, break worlds, it's plain as day That's the game we came to play, it don't change, ain't a thang to say It's goin' down in the H-Town Young playa from the South 'bout to blaze a pound Tryin' to find me a bopp with some good mouth I know you freaky bitches know what I'm talkin' 'bout Ain't got no time to play, girl Let me get a little throwed off some good skunk Bitch, didn't you know who the fuck I was Off in the street, lookin' for the good stuff? Bitch, I don't give a fuck about yo' man, so Bitch tryin' to fuck fast, I'ma fuck slow How the fuck you're gonna out-fuck James, ho? Like Teddy Pendergrass, you better let it go Gettin' ready fo' head doctors, show shockers, body rockers Late night do' knockers Gotta break us off big pimpin', baby, we ho clockers Bitch bosses, takin' no losses, best go ask aks Lil' Wee-wee Baby brother, Sweet James Jones, guerrilla pimpin' at its finest Leavin' haters and ho-hustlers behind us, rewind us Touched like Midas, these bitch ass niggas they study and bite us Couldn't not recite us, come to our show And bitch niggas try to fight us Ho niggas scream and talk, trill niggas bust and leave How the fuck you're gonna go to war When you bitch ass niggas ain't got no cheese? Blowin' big kill (Blowin' big kill) Million dollar deals (Million dollar deals) Nigga, I'm so trill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel Uh, puttin' down one time for the king, Lil' J Smoke somethin', bitch |
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