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Gangsta Pat - My Gator's lyrics
[Verse 1] My gators walk through shake joint doors And I wear em' when I stomp these broke ass hoes I stepped on stage, silk shirt and a fade All the bitches gay and a pimp got paid Fuck snake skin cause that shit cheap I keeps the motherfuckin' gators on my feet Milano's, sell em' just over a grand With pimp stick in hand, I'ma take command My gators and me close as can be We done pimped plenty hoes, my gators and me We ride around together, mackin' forever And we ain't fucked up if we caught in bad weather [Hook] My gators Wha-what-what-what-wha My gators Wha-what-what-what-wha My gators Wha-what-what-what-wha My gators Wha-what-what-what-wha [Verse 2] My gators stompin' on all ho tracks Bitch ya step on my foot and ya might get smacked With no shoe strings in em' I did not with em' My bitch bought em' for me with the tags still in em' I like to sport em' that's why the ho bought em' A nigga tried to get me and I fucked around and caught em' Put a whoppin' with that heat, left him layin' in the street Silk pants on my legs and my gators on my feet I should've wrote his ass off but I let the nigga slide Wiped the blood off my gators and jumped back in my ride I stay pimp sharp, ain't barrin' you traitors I keep it P.I. and I stay away from haters [Hook] [Verse 3] Now me and my gators do the craziest shit We known for hittin' clubs tryin' to pimp on a bitch We stay away from niggas who perpetrate And I take my ho from state to state I travel along gravel, dirt roads, or streets I wear em' through rain, hail, snow, or sleet I stomp through doors everywhere I go When a ho see them gators she already know [Hook] [Verse 4] Now the gators I possess, my nigga they rare Last time I checked I had fifteen pair I sport the all black ones when it's time to chill And the big block rings when it's time to get ill Got a pair that I wear when I'm takin' a cruise When bitches see em' then they automatically choose My gators and they all look brand new I stay fresh, match up with a silk or two I got the two-toned gators and they black and white The ones I like to wear when I rock the mic I graduated from the pimp university HBO took the game and put it on TV My gators are seen on the big screen I got hoes in Hollywood if ya know what I mean I started from the bottom, you suckers ain't got em' And don't be a hater if ya niggas can't cop em' [Hook] |
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