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Yo boyfriend's a pimp He pull up and limp Got a L From a realm Of free funds I'm ridin' down east Poster Leon Your album was trashcan I roll weed on your album I'm the first nigga in Atlanta Put 6 hits on phantom *swish* *swish* Big Shot Try to trade nose up You done missed out Big Guwop *'wop* *'wop* Bring the trap world Back for hip hop *now*now* Done fooled y'all niggas Letras de cancionesY'all niggas ball small I ball too loyal *word* Chicago royal Cuz all my cars Got bot beats on em And bein in it With paint on em Its so good to hold my eat on it I off a nigga from my office Track ya ass like a tracklist Grab ya ass like a chiropractor Push yo neck and yo back and yo pelvis I loan ya money with interest Cuz you ain't in my best interest I left the clique with injuries Better pray there were't no memories I'm number one shoota Come rent me I get a nigga wet for a small fee *whack em* Smoke a nigga air like a half a p Then pour me a big cup of coffee And I'm feelin' like Master P '93 Tell 'er yo *bitch* bitch get off me Chorus: Swole Pocket Shawty I don't wanna be your friend shawty Tell that girl to come here darling Go somewhere and have her own party Now *Now* You listen, I'm talking Whatchu gonna do with your friends, shawty? Got one seat, and more ten, shawty? You gonna choose me or choose them, shawty [x2] I got that Kobe Bryant Smith'n'Wesson Shoot first I'm not askin' questions You'd think this an ole Western Cuz I got my secret weapon *pow* Lose your life a split second Top drop off then boot 'n neck it Molly got me energetic Sport fuckin for fifty minute My, my, my Like new addition Voice em in like Mike Duda I sprung a Benz watchin' tha Simpsons On crib road I got cruel intentions Hit El Manor took two ?? And I'll flash ya bill with cavendish Hold my canna, fasta than a grand huh I don't give a goddamn Shorts so tight how you get in 'em I'm the phantom of the opera Never met Opera Still ain't find Hoffa And you don't look hopeful Spiked out loafers Mixin' up sodas Ridin' so drunk That it look like doda Tryin' ta see how many Y'all fit in my roller Picked her up in the car She ain't never seen Rover Niggas is crazy My watches bipolar I turn off my music to listen to my motor [Chorus 2x] (Thanks to Joel for these lyrics) From Letras Mania