Pull Tha Cars Out
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We make the club jump, every time we walk in this bitch Yeah, we shining, you can tell my niggas is rich Rose and patron at my throne, women at my feet Staring like they want me to beat This New York rap, I’m on the other side of the map Now nigga play strap with a bitch on my lap Back to back on the ftr, bitch cigar You can tell as a star in one of these scars Sheek go ghostface, yeah bird on the wrist Mask on face, I the realest in this Everybody trying, but they can’t do it like this This don don is start, apparently they miss out [Hook] x 2 Hey yo, pull tha cars out, we getting money over here Them bottles on the table, the weed in the air The women staring at us, the haters ice trilling Wu block, you know we in the building Every hood spot, they know me, Loyal females who can just give me the twack They show me, like I’m a big stock broker on wall street I said nah, I’m the big drug dealer from 4e A lot of guacamollie, know a lot of parolies Slung in front a lot of these dellies eating canolies I stay on the front line like private advancing airports And live by the code, I’ma bust mine Word, tony stark, shawty wob got her tongue in my ear Don’t get a stain on my porscha Light skin, says she a virgo, says she love my road game and my birgo A baby ghost appeared from the blunt smoke And lingered to her hair and set in her close A bag ... 38 snug nose, I stole that And still fuck her when the club close [Hook] x 2 Hey yo, pull tha cars out, we getting money over here Them bottles on the table, the weed in the air The women staring at us, the haters ice trilling Wu block, you know we in the building Buck 50 on your face, hunned stacks on the car I spin a rack to take it that rap back to mall I’m a cash ruler, ruler zig zag alah Get my money off the hook like I’m abdul jabar Get my money off the book like Steve Hard... Act hard, but they giving, they think like a man But they back like they women I never trust a broad with that ink god we trust Only trust in god look at me I’m what these little haters wanna be I’m your man 50 grand that keep it 100g I’m that block on fire it’s like 103 Rappers coming dime a dozen but they don’t come in the p You finding me the q racks when you coming with cheese And the people you come up with they become enemies We got the city under siege Where the titus ladies, where the titus... bees [Hook] x 2 Hey yo, pull tha cars out, we getting money over here Them bottles on the table, the weed in the air The women staring at us, the haters ice trilling Wu block, you know we in the building.
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