Mike Jones ft. Big Pimpa Lyrics

Bitch wanna step Dior gotta suck this dick

Bitch all my niggas got money you can fuck the clique

Told the hoe do the whole thing just not the tip

Brodie ass ain't talking no more cause he don't exist

How you wanna be like Three can't even dress

Niggas still wearing lil McQueens with Mitchell & Ness

Only sending headshots nigga don't wear a vest

And higher than a mothafucka I just landed on a jet

Bitch I know you ain't a ten cause your wig dirty

I know nigga think he gangsta off a perc thirty

I'm off Tris in here that's why you see the whip swerving

I told my bitch I like it thick she leave the gym early

Gotta get Thirty on the beat Miles lost his shit

Whole lotta plucks za bags with a thot ass bitch

Boy better put a lock on his bitch if she on my list

I know everybody hate Young Three I feel like Chris

I'm a real lean sipper I'll pour up in a Lemon Brisk

I'm a young rich nigga I pull up with a different wrist

I'm still the same young nigga on these beats I just add a twist

I'm real deal P young nigga wit different bitches

Ski'd up… Bitch I'm feeling like my nigga

Bitch booty so big and she bouncing like she Tigga

Bitches in the stu and they drinking all the liquor

Down with my nigga, shots tearing up my liver

Slide in a big ass Jeep

Want a real ass bitch then you gotta fuck with me

Keep a couple bags on me ain't just fucking with a P

Put a bag on ya head and you know it cost a fee

With the band that I got from your mothafucking man

It's a good day think I'm finna cuff with your mans

Know I been lit even way before the scams

Bitch I been the trending topic man I love my fucking fans

Run a couple bands up on my OnlyFans

Get a bag bust it down then I turn that bitch to ten or a fifty

Round the city while I'm blasting fucking Nicki

Need my nigga in Balenci he ain't fucking with the Fendi

Bitch bad just like Jayda tell her wait a minute

Spill my drank on the floor you gotta pay the difference

All my hoes got money like me tell em grind wit it

My bitch pussy wetter than an ocean I be sliding in it

Hit from the back but i'm fucking up the lace front

The za gotta gone bitch thought she hit a laced blunt

I can't hit this bitch too good she might say some

If they don't let you get the bag you gotta take one

Bitch I bust turn the light on

Spin ass like a cyclone

Shoot these sticks like a movie we gon get yo ass right on

Got the trap house jumping man this shit look like Sky Zone

I be beating the bitch down she scream my name like I'm Mike Jones