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Lyrics

[Intro: Crooked I] Yeah Nigga off this GREY Goose Know what I'm talkin' about? People always wonder how we get so many hoes [Verse 1: Julius Luciano] Here's how the tale goes I go to the 'tel, get tail, then get ghost I tell you the L's cold Females know I'm servin' the cock I beat up right, Ike Turner the twat A pro when I'm bendin' it over After the Henny and Coke, stick this in your throat I don't care for hoes, tipsy or sober Coast to coast, chocha poker Broke many a sofas Peep that the wide receiver, I go deep We sex in my suite, me and these 4 freaks I make 'em yell loud, the screamin' just won't cease I make everyone come, even the police [Chorus: Crooked I] Yeah You need a nigga like me Baby, so let's ride I hit from the back Throw up the east side On everything I love I ain't gon' lie You gon' say my name When you feel me inside It's 3 in the morning Shorty, let's get live We ain't gon' stop 'Til we see the sunrise After it's over Girl, I gotta slide A pimp gotta hop in that 745 [Verse 2: Dice Dinero] Hey ma, ya fly I'm tryin' to get next to you Come and sit next to me in that Bentley coupe Actually I'm really tryin' to hit that woopty woop So we can get butt naked like we was on that loot (Ooh, girl) I gotta give you props, ya givin' me head like we was at the candy shop But I make a candy shot, God damn, ya hot Throw your leg right over, girl, and climb on top And ride this shit like we was at the rodeo 'Cause after that, you know how the story goes So don't think for a second that I pimp my ride 'Cause I don't have to pimp my ride It's the pimp inside [Chorus: Crooked I] Yeah You need a nigga like me Baby, so let's ride I hit from the back Throw up the east side On everything I love I ain't gon' lie You gon' say my name When you feel me inside It's 3 in the morning Shorty, let's get live We ain't gon' stop 'Til we see the sunrise After it's over Girl, I gotta slide A pimp gotta hop in that 745 [Verse 3: Demetrius Capone] We finna rush to the mo' The minute we bust in the door We instantly finna fuck on the floor I'm crushin' ya hoe My lyrics givin' 'em adrenaline rush Women'll feel these nuts to my flow, fo sho Aye yo, I have cold threesomes with bad hoes that's mixed, they Afro-Rican Ass so fat, how they got into them jeans is bafflin' I'm smashin' while that hoes eatin'... Her best friend, I'm a fuckin' sexpert I want suction 'til southern head hurt I go inside of the hoe, tryin' to hit notes High as Mariah I beat it up like a pro fighter [Chorus: Crooked I] Yeah You need a nigga like me Baby, so let's ride I hit from the back Throw up the east side On everything I love I ain't gon' lie You gon' say my name When you feel me inside It's 3 in the morning Shorty, let's get live We ain't gon' stop 'Til we see the sunrise After it's over Girl, I gotta slide A pimp gotta hop in that 745 [Outro] Horseshoe G-A-N-G On-One S-Q-U-A-D All that C.O.B Horseshoe G-A-N-G On-One S-Q-U-A-D Baby, all that C.O.B Horseshoe G-A-N-G On-One S-Q-U-A-D All that C.O.B Horseshoe G-A-N-G On-One S-Q-U-A-D Baby, all that C.O.B C.O.B Yeah You know I seen niggas is jealous Don't be jealous It's magnetism boy They attracted to a hustlers ambition Ha, ha, ha Yeah Baby, all that C.O.B Baby, all that C.O.B