BLUNT TO MY LIPS (PAT FLOW)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, for real, for real (Damn, money, fire this up) On God, pussy, yeah For real, for real Yeah, yeah (Juice me up, OJ) [Chorus] Blunt to my lips, pocket full of Crips Switch on my, finna put fifty on my grip Bag full of pills, these bitches love purp' I love syrup, that pussy fat, it need some [?] These niggas ain't street, need to go into church Back there in the church and they friends on shirts Put they friends on shirts I keep some sauce, you want you some work? I keep some powder, you want you some work? Keep spinnin' for hours, they bitin' the dirt With the switch in the fire if I see you go to work We made the opps movе off-turf [Verse] She wanna fuck Bitch, that's a no I want a big blue bankroll Forevеr crackin' fours Nigga trust in hoes Nigga trust in bitches Forgettin' about that [?] Forever on [?], I'ma spin on you bitches [?] boy action, get hit up with [?] I've been focused my name, [?] you bitches I press play, press the button on you bitches Pull up in some [?] with a whole lot of switches I keep one of the prettiest lil' bitches I keep a pretty lil' bitch with the moves She couldn't eat beef so she eatin' screw (God) That pussy wet like a pool She know I ain't lackin', know I keep the tool (Switch) I ain't leavin' without this chopper, I ain't leavin' without this switch These hoes fuck a nigga for the clout That's why I fuck and I cancel the bitch I know I'm rich and handsome, lil' bitch I put that boy in a Pamper, lil' bitch That boy walk with a shit bag Me and my ho talk, we talk a lot of bags That ho thick to the head with a lot of class I like to grip on that fat ass The city know we puttin' niggas in body bags They know me and Double 0 got a lot of bags They know me and Junior B got a lot of racks I keep ecstacy, Perc, it's part of that You takin' pictures right there, you know we target that You know we shoot where they party at I got a ho, love the Act', where the molly at? I got a B, love A, where the Percs at? I'ma break a bitch, ho, where your purse at? Spin on the 7, I make 'em regurgitate 7.62 made the car [?] I know I'ma hit shit, you won't get far I keep the Act' in a bah-bah I keep the Wock' in a bah-bah She like to fuck in my car Dick in your bih, call me papa Bitch, you ain't nothin' Everybody been fuckin' He diss Critter, he pluckin' 7.62 his muffin [Chorus] Blunt to my lips, pocket full of Crips Switch on my, finna put fifty on my grip Bag full of pills, these bitches love purp' I love syrup, that pussy fat, it need some [?] These niggas ain't street, need to go into church Back there in the church and they friends on shirts Put they friends on shirts I keep some sauce, you want you some work? I keep some powder, you want you some work? Keep spinnin for hours, they bitin' the dirt With the switch in the fire if I see you go to work We made the opps move off-turf