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lndn drgs - la quinta lyrics

[intro]
say steve, i still can’t believe you graduated man, haha
man, shut up
glad we outta school, man, look at these stupid -ss broads
i’m bout to get my pimp thang on started
you know i got so many hoes man i gotta get an -ssistant pimp just to keep track of ’em, you know
make sure they on the right streets and sh-t
hey skippy, why you always talkin’ ’bout this pimp stuff, man?
what’s happening?
’cause it’s real man, i’m a pimp

[verse 1: jay worthy]
new day, new b-tch, so it’s new money
high tech in the cove ’cause i’m blue, honey
old clip in my sh-t homie, ooh well they
talkin’ all that sh-t, better do somethin’

i be really in the set, on the deuce thuggin’
breakin’ b-tches on the brands like it ain’t nothin’
take them back to the biggs’, get to straight f-ckin’
she better pay attention n-gga, this some real sh-t

she used to f-ckin’ with them lames, i’m a real pimp
give money out her -ss, stupid hoe b-tch
had her trappin’, blowin’ up at la quinta
set up b-tches for the homies in the pita

went from poor b-tches to those them leather seats
went from f-ckin’ rats to b-tches on tv
live the life of a real n-gga
if you ain’t got bread, then why the f-ck would i deal witcha?

yeah we ain’t dealin’ witchu man
ain’t nothin’ you can do that we can’t do
we just do it a little better, playa

[verse 2: g perico]
get paid, every day, gotta go off your plan
i’m like a young mack dre, no captain kirk, wholesale
man ain’t no time for love, we gotta get fly
man b-tches up the bar that got me doin’ crime

violated parole and we ain’t done nothin’ wrong
had to skip town ’cause the cops know me where i’m from
got the room at the la quinta
i ain’t even unpacked my sh-t, cracked a b-tch

and then i sent her, put my sh-t on the map
ex-con with a million-dollar plan
breakin hoes in e’ery city i done ran through
my operation making cash and they done made a

task for my -ss, tryna trail but i move too fast
my boy’s tryin to work it, got me over the border
cane straight to seattle, london drugs imported
all these player haters broke us but we got a room
at the la quinta with some hoes and we goin’ up

[outro]
b-tch you don’t know what’s goin on
(she ain’t know what’s goin on)
she don’t know what i’m gon’ do

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