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hustle gang, big kuntry king, young thug & t.i. – bobby womack lyrics

we got london on da track

i can give it to your -ss if you want that

get a whole bag if you need that
big pimpin’, tryna bring romey rome back
in the cadillac b-mpin’ bobby womack
hey where the hoes at?
in the cadillac b-mpin’ bobby womack
i can give it to your -ss if you want that
in the cadillac b-mpin’ bobby womack

cadillac banging that bobby that womack
big b’s on pictures, you know that’s that bodak
i’m with my whoadie, lil b-tch oughta know that
i had a sign for the millions, no zodiac
bend that b-tch over like centers and quarterback (hike)
when we take it we don’t give a quarter back
turnt her up now her dad want his daughter back
oh no, now you got to see the law for that
i want racks and features with bouquets
and my motor’s loud as a parade
i got 20 chains on, i’m a slave
to the money, for free not today
my lil b-tch pretty, ricki no lake
and she watch all my moves while i pace
i lost two of my chains yesterday
they say “how they look?” i say “the lake”
i’m a boss, ain’t gon’ tell her two times
if she know i’ma f-ck, bae let’s motherf-ckin’ go
i’m the truth in this booth and i run the a-town and miami
sak pase the zoes
i’m the sh-t, tempers on the migos, no motherf-ckin’ crows
pockets i stuffed like they motherf-ckin’ swole

i can give it to your -ss if you want that
get a whole bag if you need that
big pimpin’, tryna bring romey rome back
in the cadillac b-mpin’ bobby womack
hey where the hoes at?
in the cadillac b-mpin’ bobby womack
i can give it to your -ss if you want that
in the cadillac b-mpin’ bobby womack

i used to ride cadillacs
now, i’m whippin’ a wraith up in womack
yep, right here is where ya hoe’s at
these backwoods b-tch, can you roll that?
i ain’t worried about no hater, see this extendo clips?
yeah, all these bullets, they can hold that
just me, my stick, and my whoadie
all of my b-tches imported
pimping for real, you know it
i count money faster than n-gg-s can snort it
all these blue hunnids in my pocket, d-mn
look like a crippin’ young blood
n-gg- cross me
call me red cross cause you know i draw blood
p-ssy n-gg- need to know this the mafia
have his dumb -ss swimming with tilapia
little boy, you need to stay in your place
recognize a whole g, when he in your face
when i used to sell blow
n-gg- said the sh-t so raw that they can’t even feel they face
every real n-gg- know i run the a
i got them young thugs thuggin’ everyday

- hustle gang big kuntry king young thug t i lyrics

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