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Do Or Die
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Po Pimp (feat. Twista) (radio version)
Chorus:T-Pain Do you wanna ride? In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up, with Do Or Die. Do you wanna ride? In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up, with Do Or Die.
Verse 1: Belo 7 double oh P.M. Fly low to them hoes in the B M Sippin' Seagram, chewin' on a weed stem Touchin' on my fo' fin Move it to the back so I can see who beepin' this Po' Pimp Spring to the phone with a slow limp In a trip that shited with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10 3-line connection As the rest of them wanted affection Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you need & plus we strapped with 2 protections I put the phone in the hook, then I pause for a minute Cause I forgot where I met the hoe & the feeling I've forgotten if the hoes wanna snap I straight up check the hoe, really doe To the crib.
Chorus: T-Pain Do you wanna ride? In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up, with Do Or Die. Do you wanna ride? In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up, with Do Or Die.
Verse 2: AK-47, Belo 7 deuce 5, the ride the point to spot the live hoes 3 miles per hour Like we runnin' up on some rivals Never to deny though, these bitches look fly 'Lo Introduce myself A to the muthafuckin' K finna recognize Then I lose myself juice myself As you take one pull, uhh, pass it to the left & umm Self-centered niggas'll take 2 pulls Cause they thinkin' about samplin' umm P I M P, ology, but logically We learnin' these hoes biology & obviously, well...
Mmm, ain't this some shit, pull up in the C A D I Double L with ah A C, A C hoes They peep those, P I M P & they think that automatically Cause he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of that M O N E but why? Cause nigga be sportin' nice cars & fancy clothes Fresh jewels Girbaud flexin' 1 5 oh (chop chop) Chop up that paper hoe, chop up that paper hoe Watch where your lips go, caress my tip slow To the tempo, instrumental Real simple when you fuckin' with a pimp doe Get involved in the backseat もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Let's have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass Smokin' on that finest grass Never miss what you never had, at last P I M P, ology, but logically We learnin' these hoes biology & obviously, well...
Chorus: T-Pain Do you wanna ride? In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up, with Do Or Die. Do you wanna ride? In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up, with Do Or Die.
Verse 3: Twista Well a muthafucker might be broke & shit & then collecting no dough from tips But I be spittin' mo' game than a mouthful of poker chips To get them hoes with the Oprah lips & the provokin' hips & never gotta tell her many lies I been lookin' in the city skies, get up in the kitty's thighs cause I'm blessed with a look of innocence, good sex Peanut butter complex & some pretty eyes Pity cries on my strategy side, yo' when outta me gotta be right, that'd be the flatter me right But if the head the bonk come on suck a nigga dick Members of my click, wanna see what that'd be like I know you wanna try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat Don't be bogus & deny that I done got a hold of them my fellas on the train while she lie back, now muthafucker can you buy that? Where your ride at? On the passenger side of your hoe Tryin' to come up on another G The broad all up under me tryin' to smother me Lookin' lovely while I roll another bead, suddenly She learned that I don't deal with emotions But when we in the room she rubbin' me with lotion Comin' like an ocean coastin have a cig thinkin' me & Do Or Die dig drinkin' love potion The word that was never said Twisted be givin' women dick in the bed, until they sick in the head & if I ever leave whoever dead They ain't trickin the Feds or spittin' game but it's chicken and bread Kickin' them legs in the air like a player do Then belittle in a day or 2 After words I'm a slay a crew Now that's some pimp type shit that B-Low & AK'll do Wearing gray & blue If a hoe wanna holler then you a player if you hit them ends & get the dividends But you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak your friends Cause I studied P I M P ology, but logically Be learnin' these hoes biology, obviously, well...
Chorus: T-Pain Do you wanna ride? In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up, with Do Or Die. Do you wanna ride? In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up, with Do Or Die.
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