Mannie Fresh - Go With Me2 lyrics
[Intro] I'ma ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball [Verse 1] This is it y'all The sh** y'all n***as grab your dicks y'all Ladies in your best outfits y'all k**a fa shilla Slash pimp plus dealer Nobody realer On the manilla Just call me cute face Chubby waist Back back gimme space Not another motherf**ing celebrity murder case Pimpin', Kobe in trouble Michael back in his bubble And my baby mama back To actin just like the devil I just can't believe They smoked up all of my weed Pmipin' they just don't want To see me achieve Man nothing at all Got my back on the wall But I'ma ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball (Yeah) [Chorus] Come on and go with me Walk through the store with me And you can get about a hundred pair of shoes She Really looking good She represent her hood I'm digging her she digging me And it's understood That we could be a couple My name up in her bu*thole Check me out Wipe me down I'm a pimp nukka Chevrolet doors Put some mink on them floors She put the Gucci sandals With the jeans Diamonds all on her toes [Verse 2] I know you lovin my car Holly-hood superstar And it's golds to these hoes Who don't know who I are I'm the leader my group Keep some weed in my coupe And I only let the baddest b**hes Up in my loot Hey check out my shoes And I still ride them trues You can call me a crip Cause I give hoes the blues And I got your baby mother And I front her little brother half OZ's from my keys And he let me cut her Right down the middle And she lovin my pickle When we ride around town On the back of my 'sikul Thirteen hundred fo sho Thought you n***as should know Wipe me down young pimpin When you walk through the door Push the five series, six series Seven and eight All different colors man How you gonna hate What the f** Put my finger up And I'ma stand tall Ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball [Chorus] [Verse 3: Baby] See I feel ya Fresh Ain't nothing but the hand Let's go through these n***as neighborhood In sedan DeVilles n***a With that gun in my hand Blowin that mary jane n***a With the ice like damn (DAMN!) If you know what I'm sayin I'm the Birdman b**h I'm in that Caddy on them twenty two's Alligator seats The Benz or the Beamer coupe It's all easy Lil Weezy just came through (what's up shorty?) It's nothin to a playa, b**h Just do you And stop hatin before I hit you with this chrome piece n***a because the block is mine And I don't give a motherf** I'ma tote my iron (Believe that) Or better yet I hit the hood and grind In candy paint Wipe me down Red gold on shine Well I'm a hood rich real n***a Flyer than ever Stunna and Mannie Fresh We gon get this cheddar (One) [Chorus]