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Snoop Dogg - Picture This lyrics
Featuring Mia X] Niggas (Niggas) Bitches (Bitches) Uhmm this is some player shit right here Holler at my home girl on this one Mia Moma Mia Have you seen her (seen her) Yah real G's shit. Tell me Moma Mia niggas wanna G her (Snoop Dogg) Bitches wanna be her Motherfuckers can't see her Give it up for Moma Mia [Mia X] What chew you want to do nigga is fine with me Name your game, scandalous sprees, or robberies Moving keys for your needs, from state to state I seen my braw take down your boy from around tha way If you fake IM gunna let you know from the top And leave that dick in your mouth, and put them infrared dots On your whole crew, nigga betta ask fo show Gunna let that ass know what's goin' down like Waco This is business, and who the fuck you think is runnin' this Mama, and who's the first to shoot that gun in this Mama, drama, layin' No Limit and when its intended my hands all up in it Now, we can do this like intelligent folk But fuck around, I be that second ward ignorant hoe Hard headed, with the soft behind, niggas real hittin' it So Snoop Dogg for the keepin' it real with a strength [Snoop Dogg] Now picture, Bonnie and Clyde, We side as we slide, Side by side, to keep this pimpin' alive Do a lick for me, set a trick for me, get us some chips It's all about you and me Mia, fuck that bitch You a fall girl, go get it all girl You in my world, IM gunna make sure you ball girl Do it for me, do it for you, now it's our world (Our world, It's our world, now go on and get it) Now everyone in my click know I don't love no hoes I don't quit bitch rush a boy to get a new set of them MOMO's Cus I attack 'Emm, crack 'Emm and smack 'Emm All on the same note, until that bitch is broke Charge it to the game, man it's a cold game But somebody gotta do it, that's real for shes'a It ain't easy, pimpin' to me is four girls on your team Down to scheme, aim to beam, for that cream Cross country track, greyhound buss ride Down to get your muthafuckin' fetti on, you hear me though There ain't no limit to what she does On the really, on to Philly, lemme get a ride on cus Ghetto love, and every thug need a little All I want is the money, motherfuck the middle No backbone is back on to get yah Unless you got a down ass sister to twist her, cant twist yah Bonnie and Clyde, We side as we slide, Side by side, to keep this pimpin' alive Do a lick for me, set a trick for me, get us some chips It's all about you and me Mia, fuck that bitch |
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