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Do or Die
Do or Die
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Anthony Round
Anthony Round
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Carl Terrell Mitchell
Carl Terrell Mitchell
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Darnell Smith
Darnell Smith
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Dennis Round
Dennis Round
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Uh, yeah, baby girl You know how it's going down 2003, Do-or-Die, JP Twista (ooh, ooh oh, oh, yeah, dig) Well, I heard a knock at the door, most of been the girl I met on the low She real thin, nice chick 5'4, had a few in so we head to the show Aftawords we hit the mo, mo, mo, lets stayed clicked get a expo I'm the city Chi put the mink to the floor, got a natural role, never walked to the store Give me a minute then get down with the 'fro, P-I-M-P P-O Gotta a few friends that like to party for sure, we can hit a tune let my homie Deebo All in the mall in Everex, get a small Mac called S-E-X Platinum link all in the phat, I can pick a hat, but I'm too fat for a chat Put my truck on, so I hopped in the Lex, baby got back, but I'm trying to relax P-L-A-Y-E-R, giving her the eye as we head to the bar Never give her money 'cause you know she a star Do you wanna ride in my car? Do you? Do you? Do you? 23's like Jordan on the escalade (escalade) Got a pound of dro girl if you wanna blaze (oh, oh, baby) You can your hair down while the AC blow (Let it down girl) before you get in, I just need to know Do you? Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, oh (do you? Do you) I'll keep it on the low, do you? Do you? In a mood like yes y'all, role a B let it test y'all Light the B if they stress y'all, come out dress and relax y'all well Stretch out like a Lex ball If it's that raw, to the chest with Remi like a slug with the vest off Let me dust a niggas chest off, let 'em leave with the menopause Cant believe how they sent 'em off, switch the number, then I bend 'em all Bend and grinning about to spin 'em all, just balling, shot, shot calling Holla at your dog when they're sipping alcoholics Really wanna kik it, but they all just stalling Six dime pieces checking out me pausing They're looking like ooh, he's flossing, baby girl, I don't do this often In the five double O, for sure Still riding, Cadillac slams the door Suppose I kick back, kick the flow Just to impress and flex the hoe, check the door Do you? Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, oh (do you? Do you?) I'll keep it on the low, do you? Do you? (Do you?) And it really don't matter where we go Come sip this Henny and puff the smoke Before I split with you, I just need to know, can I? (Do you?) Now we good, you know We're still balling, crossin' C-wall and rapping a lot I just need to know, and open you, do you? Now I was geeking when I met you at the club Had me feeling on your booty and a brother was a 50 ball For you, I'd even pour some Chrissy in the tub Let my body was stunnin' wondering when if I'm gonna get them draws Let me know now if I'm in the right lane Tell me when I say the right thing, I got tight flame Rolling through stunning while I had you runnin' 'Cause I'm coming to some pimp tight game Iced out charm, chromed out truck Come through balling like I really don't give a fuck Blowing a fatty of the purple with the windows up While I'm sipping on Hennessy and Hypnotic getting stuck And I need a girl to carry me when them haters be attacking me Backing me into a corner, while a brother trying to get thugs And I need a queen backing me while I'm running my faculty Telling me I'm lethal when I spit words, hit herb Hold it then blow it out, do you like the way I flow it out? Don't ever act funny or petty with money when I throw it out Do you like how I talk? Do you like they way I ride? Do you like the way I pimp freeze? You can let down easy You can still let me play the Twista slash P-O-P-I-M-P, my baby, do you? Do you? Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, oh (do you? Do you?) I'll keep it on the low, do you? Do you? 23's like Jordan on the escalade (oh, whoa, oh) Got a pound of dro girl if you wanna blaze (got no blaze) You can your hair down while the AC blow (Let it down girl) before you get in, I just need to know I heard someone over there wanna ride with me, with me Ride with me, with me, ride with me, yeah-yeah I thought I heard someone wanna ride with me Wanna ride with me, with me Wanna ride, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Carl Terrell Mitchell, Samuel C. Lindley, Darnell Smith, Dennis Rounds Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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