Speed Limit

Lyrics

[Intro] Dawgshit Records (Don't play with him) [Verse] Listen, baby, I got dope to sell She like, "Papi, I don't want you to leave," that's how you 'sposed to feel Would you tat' my name on your face so I know it's real? Police ever get behind the car, lil' baby know the drill Bitch, I'm off a bean, bitch, I'm rollin', like a ferris wheel If she suck dick good enough, I'll buy her a pair of heels I got a lick in the hood that sniff more white than Paris Hilton Junkies in and out the building She ask me when I'm coming home You call me back to back, you got me startin' to think that somethin' wrong You know what the fuck goin' on I be there with a load for you Bitch, I ain't got no clothes for you I'm tryna get a roll with you She see me pack my bags, she say, "I wanna hit the road with you" As long as you don't mind driving, baby girl, I don't see no issue She know that I'm a dog, she know I sell dog If you ever feel alone, then I'm the nigga you could call Said she got a lot of shit on her mind Jump in this car with me and ride Roll this Backwood, let's get high Turn the music up, let's vibe But baby, through the speed limit It's heroin in the car and weed in it I ball like the CP3 nigga Long hair bitch, no weave in it She throwin' her feelings, I'm weaving it These niggas be cap, don't believe in it I walk in, fresh as the Jesus nigga Cartier's on, I don't see niggas She say, "I ain't feelin' that" I hate when you don't hit me back Mind your business, bitch, get back She call my dog, like, "Where is Pap'" I'm high as hell, meant to call you back Fresh leaf on, sittin' in my lap She think I'm with a nat-nat Got bundles and dogs and crack bags Lil' baby not a fat-ass, but she got a fat ass Can't wait 'til she take her pants off Screamin', "Ice me out", like Kash Doll I'm tryna get in yo' damn jaw Bae help me get these grams off If you wanna pay the landlord