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Lời bài hát: They Point

Nhạc sĩ: Earl Stevens

Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650

Every time I stop, hoes like, look at him Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They point and they point, they like, damn They point and they point, they like, damn
Every time I stop, hoes like, look at him Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They point and they point, they like, damn They point and they point, they like, damn
Like Ricky Ross, every day I'm hustlin' Gettin' off weight, like who? Jennifer Hudson
Pack a hammer, Thor, Shooter, score, slide through
Batches think I'm hecka rich, breakin' necks, turnin' heads like the exorcist
Thumbs up, like the like button, eatin' good, no rib touch
Runnin' with the bundle
Never fumble, countin' so much bread I got corporal tunnel, stockpike, from where?
Make up, beige, like a potato
They hate me on the outside, love me in the inside
Suck me in the backseat while I let a friend drive
Half a pound, two stacks, half a unit, ten-five
I stay out here by selling, so you know a hustler been fly
Every time I stop, hoes like, look at him Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They point and they point, they like, damn
They point and they point, they like, damn
Every time I stop, hoes like, look at him Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They point and they point, they like, damn They point and they point, they like, damn
My pocket somethin' serious, matchin' on the hillin'
Man, that nigga got more cheese than the fillin'
Shoelace tied but her nigga still trippin' I'm Lil' Richard High, I'm dancin' on the
Zilli
Never marry hoes, I just married chicks That's how you stay on top, missionary ***
Rub up a little, your big, big *** that's how you stay with me


Bad business, know you heard of that
I got the town talkin', know you scared of that
Nothin' less than ten figures, you know what I'm worth
Record sales, show money, not includein' merch
Club full of bitches, pocket full of francs
Blunt full of weed, cup full of drink
Me and the raw dog, ain't no way in hell
Before I risk my life, it be a cold day in hell
But bitch, take it off, here we go, show and tell
And I'm fuckin' that pussy like I'm fresh outta jail
Every time I stop, hoes like, look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', they point, they like damn
They pointin', they point, they like damn
Every time I stop, hoes like, look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', they point, they like damn
They pointin', they point, they like damn
Parallel Park while I'm ghost ridin'
Like demons, man, I'm racial profilin'
I'm so fly, man, I need a car
So I might let your damn hoe drive it
Lil' hair pullin', man, I like rough ***
Drop out, I ain't never pass a drug test
You know my lingo, baby, let's mingle
So I got a thousand dollar worth of singles
I got racks in the cargo of my Camel
Fear won't give a nathan
Life a gamble, so I had to make a bet
These ain't Air Max, but I can make a check
They took me out the street, but it's still in
I've been sellin' work since we had Bill Clinton
I'm the voice of the street, so they still listen
On the back of the milk cart, Dylan lock nice
Every time I stop, hoes like, look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They point and they point, they like damn
They point and they point, they like damn
Every time I stop, hoes like, look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They point and they point, they like damn
They point and they point, they like damn
They point and they point, they like damn

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