Dey Ain't No

歌詞

Zapp IV beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back Water in the duals make loud glass pack Gold tippytoes without a lick of chrome Bought a set of vogues and left the, stickers on Seven grand worth a buck for the trunks Paid cash, all ones Some old bitch came up to me and said, "What's the latest bro?" I said, "I'm tryin to have more chips than Las Vegas hoe" She said, "Can I roll with you? I get the dicks hard" I said, "You can work the strips and on my boulevard" "How much would I make?" I said, "Mega Just bring me back my scrill scratch paper" Heart heart money money street street hustle Sex, drugs, smuggle, bubble Horns, dialin, speakers, subbin Sound just like the inside of a club-bin How many times could a Conrad come so buttery? Always on to' back have people lovin me Alcoholic drunk that ain't no gimmick B I'm always in and out the Betty Ford clinic see Drunk paraphenalia cream butterscotch Illegal like a garbage of hover rocks Workin off my pager you know the ropes I'm makin that cabbage cornbread like Oprah Diamond satch-uels from ja-fuckin-hoe Pose just like a pimp smokin a honey blunt In a Major Way I tried to told ya Niggaz have my shit fucked back in the days but now they know a Sold a bunch of units underground They was bumpin Save a Hoe in every town Rumor has it that I died I got smoked main But I'm alive, they was talkin about somebody else main