Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] He don't be with the thugs Shit She's a punk rock bitch, ugh Niggas know the truth (Angel Heaven Sent) Stop playin' [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Leave him dancin' with the stars, come and boogie with the thugs She's a punk rock bitch, and that's definitely a no If you a ho or sit in the booth and came out with ten songs Had to flash on a nigga, hands up, strike a pose, loser You don't get dough nor hoes Ask Susie and her sister, hoes kickin' through the door Put the ball in my hands, and every play we gon' score Every day, she laugh at you 'cause I'm really who she want [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Two hundred thousand off rap, no, sir, we not poor Speed off in a foreign, ten blicks in the car We gon' probably go to jail, bro don't stop at the light You say Rami made the piece, I call fraud, niggas lyin' My shooter walk in and start shootin' like he ISIS Come and boogie with the thugs, we got this nigga gettin' hyphy "Rap 'bout your life", bro, not what I do Everything ain't what it seems, you wouldn't last in my shoes For the freaksky, I'll hand drums to the youth Bitch, I'm P, who are you? She like the fact that I'm rude I'm off a four of that juice, move, I'm not in the mood This is South Central LA, you gotta keep a tool I hate a nigga always askin' where the hoes at? Hundiddy bop-bop, here, let him hold that P don't fool around, he the wrong nigga Shit, let me show niggas [Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy] Leave him dancin' with the stars, come and boogie with the thugs She's a punk rock bitch, and that's definitely a no If you a ho or sit in the booth and came out with ten songs Had to flash on a nigga, hands up, strike a pose, loser You don't get dough nor hoes Ask Susie and her sister, hoes kickin' through the door Put the ball in my hands, and every play we gon' score (Shit) Every day, she laugh at you 'cause I'm really who she want (Bitch) [Verse 2: Duffy] Where the smoke? Send the lo' Green beam on my stick, what we on? This a go Chasin' money, we ain't never chasin' hoes She's a punk rock bitch, that's a no Forty-ball on the floor, keep up, niggas slow Don't be mad at your boy 'cause your bitch liked my post Stick on me, I'll get him right, he move wrong Really got it Off the Mussle, now I flex like I'm hope Big strap, yeah, we know, back back, I'll blow He finna do what? Niggas cap, no you won't Nan more, I'm a winner, she gon' choose me over you Bad bitches all rollin', beggin' me to come through You could get the boot, bitch, you blew it The winnin' team, I ain't fuckin' with no losers I'm eatin' steak and lobster with the pistol on me Ain't no fake politickin', we really get money [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Leave him dancin' with the stars, come and boogie with the thugs She's a punk rock bitch, and that's definitely a no If you a ho or sit in the booth and came out with ten songs Had to flash on a nigga, hands up, strike a pose, loser You don't get dough nor hoes Ask Susie and her sister, hoes kickin' through the door Put the ball in my hands, and every play we gon' score Every day, she laugh at you 'cause I'm really who she want