Do Or Die - Hey Ma (feat. Bun B) lyrics

Mmmh Ain't this some shh Here's another one Here's another one yup (Chorus 2x) Hey ma what's up you right I'm right Throwback too tight tonight sho night shotgun we ride P-O P-I-M-P-I-N (Verse one) Fire up a swisher sweet hop off in my jeep got my throwback on On the celly phone I done bump this chick named vanessa got it goin on I'ma wax that a** give her one map then send her home Headed to the mo she got my knee's knockin pulled over by the park Now my jeeps rockin oh......nananana mmm.....lalalala Momma's bad with it a** is so pretty let me hit it from the back While she talks dirty fellas let me hit that then walk early Ladies got a women but don't worry she got me gettin at her Baby's feelin betta relax her mind with the ismm then I'm spittin at her Whats mine is mine whats yours is mine the flow is blind I see you Not just us now who you trust (Chorus) (Verse two) Well let me pull up to your earpiece and sprinkle some game You ought to be tired of dealin with the same old same time for you To roll with a G and get rid of your lame we some grown a** people Ain't no need to be ashamed Bun b is the name king of the trill is my label dont you worry bout a thang Cause I'm willin and able Not to mention lock loaded and co*ked ready to rock so close the curtains Turn the lights off and unplug the clock Wanna knock you off and knock you down You dont need nobody else so let me lock you down Not with handcuffs baby but with real talk cut a corner with me Let me show you how the trill walk You can tell that I'm the king by how I move through the city And I can make it a queen and move through it with me I can tell that your ready I can see that your down So hop your a** off in the caddy girl lets light up the town (Chorus) (Verse three) You lookin badder then ever tighter than prada gucci suede leather Drop the top in this wheather Bend the block with a Glock and a dime on my side Pretty ? and fendi plus I gotta have a lot of that henny With the paper to fold Spreewells spin while the h-s-e roll Now tell me a-k you cold Plus ladies love the way that we flow Wanna sit and get blowed At the front stairway of a luxury condo Come out of her clothes In her bedroom with the springs up and rockin When I handle my function Bounce back on the e-way whats poppin Put the clip in the Glock in roll to the westside call up my chopper But the head was too proper got to the point where I really couldn't Stop her 25 with thick thighs And she likes to ball with pimp than rich guys And she rides by word and I got her locked like dro and good herb She wanna splurge ?? next week up on the same old thang Kickin the same cold game Let her know that she dealin with the same old lame I got paper to check plus the number one rule is M-o-b-p-o-p-i-m-p from d-o-d holla (Chorus) - 3X