Dee Dee Girl (Ma) Lyrics

Gotta go hard

Gotta go get it

I run the bags all through my city

I got that weight, no heavy lifting

Bitch good with her cap, call it good kizzy

I have a Manji with two hoes named Nikki

Streets hot as oven I still go and get it

I get that bread, that biscuit, that jiffy

Then pop me a perky and I get to jigging

Get rich or die trying calling me fifty

I cook like my momma when I'm in the kitchen

While I count the money your bitch do dishes

Invested in Brown sip Houston with Whitney

You want me to mail or you can come get it

Money involved, no time for bitches

I'm talking bout niggaz and talking bout these hoes

I'm on the grind no board on the cement

But I got cement if you wanna score

Got it locked down ain't talking no Precinct

Was in the precinct for moving these hoes

Completed my goals and reached my achievements

Now I'm trying to set up and conquer so more

The people's champ nigga I throw you a bow

No diesel but I got that gas at the store Got highs and nigga I got all the lows call up Bingo my nigga if you need some snow

Pull sliding Ke'Shun let it rip out the door

You get fired no job but you gotta go Busta Rhymes yo bih hollering give me some more

Fuck her pussy my nigga I just want her throat

Uh, uh, yea, yea

She wanna fuck with me

She know what's up with me

All of her homegirls they falling in love with me

I'm on a hands free but she keeping in touch with me

Yea, yea, yea, yea

That's a bad little bitch

Tell them other hoes just to mind they business

Say I'm cooking like Dee Dee girl when I'm in the kitchen

With a see through pot call it dope boy vision

Dope in a crock pot that's a new invention

All new black Amiri them dope boy britches

In the back of bruh Lewis house cutting up twenties

It ain't got nothing to do with us if you go missing

Detroit cousin will shoot it up I ain't talking Pistons

Ain't nobody as true as us Master P mentioned

Yea, yea

It ain't no limit