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Legit Ballaz - Fresh Off the Lot lyrics
[Liffy Stokes] Shit it's five in the morning New whip, new bitch where the phone and I just got me a new whip with the finger beach wood kit Hit a big head later Mr. Lease Split Wig Fucked around nigga 15, I spend 22's with the shoes, five T.V.'s Playstation with that DVD Smoked out tent no need to see me Unless I'm creeping up on you in black and 3-D Laying my stunt get down Like a Westside clown is supposed to, smoking bi-coastal A nigga got connections in the game because I'm old school Lay down, let chop change now, we Double up the money so we can paint the town And grab hoes down like rebounds And let em shake that ass while I crank the sound (Chorus) See I'm fresh off the lot in a brand new drop Glistness screaming fuck the cops I got four bitches that's about to pop With dro smoke coming out top When you fresh off the lot in a brand new drop You got some binning grinning hit some blocks Spend the club hit the club like I'm always popped Now it's time to see some asses drop [Turtle Banxx] What's popping, drop the top and let's see what's cracking Look it's Saturday nights on Madison After that imagine what happens since I'm blasting And he hits the action I'm mashing and henny mixed in the passion Got me dipping in and out of traffic On point for them blue lights flashing Two nice scratching now hotels On crunk so drunk I'm bout to go fell Oh well, hit the lick and sto' for more bail Followed by a gang of hoes and bout to go now Twista say he got a spot where the dro sell Liffy say we gotta stop 'fore we go bail, yeah Let's ride but only if you party hoe When the door, know you sexy working that body yo I know you in love with a thug nigga, get you buy your drinks Take pictures inside the club with you, grab your girls and let's roll (Chorus) [Twista] Now I just pulled out the lot up in a hard top Standing on chrome footage that is on my block This rich nigga behind me who was in a drop top ride was trying to clown Eyes bucked when he saw my shit dro back and drop down I could drop the top off of anything, but I be surgical Leave the dealership in a convertible that'll murder you Heard a few hoes hollered at me when I blast I love em stand up in the backseat, pop that ass Put them titties on the glass when y'all lay up on the hood All up in the hood, after I left silly where I hood Got some leather interior all my rides got chrome Pac song, cause my b-hees come up with the top gone In the winter time, I might spend some g's on a fur At the Spring Bling holla at her please run through my hair Sporty hummer for summer if I crash the motherfucker I just throw it in the gutter, and go buy another (Chorus) |
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