The Hangover

Push the foreign through the city, do the dash run the lane
Ah, I got bitches kissin' bitches, poppin' pussy shakin' titties all night
Ah, I pop me a perc and I roll up, I smash in the coupe they like hold up
Got bitches on bitches they kissin' and lickin', switchin' position,
I’m goin' up
I pop me a perc and I roll up, I smash in the coupe they like hold up
Got bitches on bitches they kissin' and lickin', switchin' position,
I’m goin' up, hey
Rollin' a spliff of the gas they smokin' on cinnamon
I do not fuck wit these niggas cause most of em feminine
This is Margiela I’m pimpin' it, roll wit the goony committee men
Holdin' they nuts on a skinny pimp, one thing I don’t do is penny pinch
I’m bout to stunt on a nigga bitch, rollin' a blunt that I’m finna hit
Fuckin' two models I’m finna switch, my premonition is eminent
Roll one, pop two, sip four, get money get dough
Flip blow, jug bail, pimp hoe, pull mo' kick do'
Wide body wit the kicks though, rim fo’s and the lips swole
I was raised in the trap house, I’m attracted to a nympho
Paranoid I think somebody peakin' inside of my window
Fuck it, roll up the indo, choppa make a nigga limbo, it’s Spoat
Push the foreign through the city, do the dash run the lane
Ah, I got bitches kissin' bitches, poppin' pussy shakin' titties all night
Ah, I pop me a perc and I roll up, I smash in the coupe they like hold up
Got bitches on bitches they kissin' and lickin', switchin' position,
I’m goin' up
I pop me a perc and I roll up, I smash in the coupe they like hold up
Got bitches on bitches they kissin' and lickin', switchin' position,
I’m goin' up, hey
Her name was Heather her, father would spoil her
She got the Panamera wit the spoiler, girl you the real shit no toilet
Pullin' my heart string and she know it, you so down for a nigga
Move the pound for a nigga, bust a round for a nigga
Schemin' we took the time on them niggas, patience really was a virtue
Took my time had to cut niggas, only trill niggas in my circle
Lately I’ve been doin' money dance, it just been good news after good news
Most of ya’ll just catchin' on but the whole time man the hood knew
Mink coat for the hell of it, you can tell by the smell of it
Smokin' on the chronic Dr. Dre I be killin' track this a felony
If I go, who bailin' me? I ain’t buyin' what you sellin' me
Most of ya’ll just claim real, always talking bout «Man, you feelin' me?» nah
Push the foreign through the city, do the dash run the lane
Ah, I got bitches kissin' bitches, poppin' pussy shakin' titties all night
Ah, I pop me a perc and I roll up, I smash in the coupe they like hold up
Got bitches on bitches they kissin' and lickin', switchin' position,
I’m goin' up
I pop me a perc and I roll up, I smash in the coupe they like hold up
Got bitches on bitches they kissin' and lickin', switchin' position,
I’m goin' up, hey
Scotty ATL I see you boy
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