whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat Whoop, whoop, pull over
Перевод: Trick Daddy. Съехать на обочину (Remix).
why the game let him in here Being me (me) Being Pit (Pit) Being It Pitbull and Trick (Trick) Both from the down south Bitch we from the bottom, shit [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Trick Daddy
ll always be number 2 I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go, still I remain sweety, you going on your 14th minute of fame I'm over 10 years strong still running
We against tha niggas from tha west Puttin' holes in ya vest My midwest niggas hard Quick ta pull ya fuckin' card My midwest niggas hard Quick ta pull
never go back home She got eyes butter pecan brown can't leave it alone Liking the way she break it down to the flo' Need to get her over here show her
Blowfly: "Turn over! I'ma stick it in y'ass! 'No, it's gon' hurt!' You'll get used to it." Verse 1: Brother Marquis Lady Godiva was a freak By doing
Benz-o, chockin' the fuck off endo then go Splurgin' off something in some over sized excursions Livin' with a bitch you do nothin' but blow herbs When we tally hoe, daddy
's review the scene just to see if it was worth it: Okay, last fall's when you started it all October to when you caught your wife bending over Broke
work that face, throw it back and he daddy stroke, Put whip cream on that kitty cat. - Eat it up and it purr back! Pull my hair! - Arch my back! - Forget
you desert dick As soon as they pull that winning on me, I'ma give them this verse then tell them quit I never trick, last time I checked, and check
mack a ho, I {w-work the bitch} Uhh, now she know she gotta get the money cause she fuckin with a {p-pimp like me} Gotta serve a trick at the afterparty
how to mack a hoe, I w-w-work the bitch Now she know she gotta get the money 'Cause she fuckin' with a pimp like me Gotta serve a trick at the after
while you still Po pimpin' up in a old Lac You got to school me though Got me everything down to my kings So you owe it to dough Treat a trick like
arm at all Bet Daddy finna Trick 'em, finna flip the paper Chamillinator, me and Trick we finna shred a hater Tip the dinner waiter Trick 'em like we
Opa-Locka niggas (South Miami Heights too) Trick Daddy Dollars y'all, that's right [Verse 1: Trick] I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy baby Dipping corners, pulling
-o chockin the fuck off endo then go splurgin off something in some over sized excursins livin with a bitch you do nothin but blow herbs when we tally hoe daddy
gangsta, gangsta from the west Puttin holes in ya vest My midwest click hard Quick ta pull ya pull ya' card My midwest click hard Quick ta pull ya, pull
