LORD INFAMOUS

LORD INFAMOUS - BOC lyrics

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Black Reign, nigga

Y'all know who it is, nigga

Black Reign in this motherfucker (A-Town)

Lord Infamous in this muh'fucker (Memphis, Ten)

Rock Solid Music is definitely in this bitch, y'all know who it is, nigga (Uh hun)

This ya boy, T-Rock, nigga (Southside)

We came to squash all that bullshit

Y'all know how real it is (Real niggas get to the money, we breakin' bitches, nigga)

Money over bitches (This some pimp shit for you young nigga's minds)

We ballin' and breakin' hoes (Look)

Tell 'em, nigga

We ballin' and breakin' hoes, achievin' it, gettin' dough

Choppin' on 24"s, I'm pimpin' out of control

Gettin' paper in rolls (Rolls)

Keep a hoe out her clothes (Clothes)

Bitches in every city, got bitches in every city

We ballin' and breakin' hoes, achievin' it, gettin' dough

Choppin' on 24"s, I'm pimpin' out of control

Gettin' paper in rolls (Rolls)

Keep a hoe out her clothes (Clothes)

Bitches in every city, got bitches in every city

We ballin' and breakin' hoes

These narcotics making the Infamous feel so erotic

I'm a 'bout to throw a motherfuckin' pussy party

Come from up so quickly, bustin' the guts of freaky sluts

Slide ya tounge

Down the pole

Then ya lick up on the nuts

Must be flashy

Classy, but must be super nasty

Hit the dope, and then I hit her doggie-style like Lassie

And every time we have a little clubhouse click

Hoe down

Pass The Pussy on the left hand side

And lick me now

Four O's of tusk give dick the super powers

Bitch about to faint cause I been fuckin' her for hours

And when I'm on this trip, the dick

Won't go limp

I'm a try my very best to break your motherfuckin' hip

On the X

And the 'yac

Some of this

Some of that

Tryin' to make you like

Quasimoto, hump

In ya back

Turn that bitch into your prey, 'fore you make that hoe your slave

Have that bitch rubbin' her pussy down with fuckin' Ben Gay

We pimpin', peep the prognosis

Game is fearless, ferocious

Pimpin' hard and atrocious, my visions remain in focus

Picture me on your T.V.

Makin' pimpin' look easy

Ain't no freebies

My bitches work nightly, monthly and weekly, yo homie

I keep it winnin', the product I push is women

Dolemite ain't got shit on the way I put down to pimpin'

I put your bitch out of business

Work with proper precision

Tell your mama

"Get with this, or witness the game get vicious"

I came to put fear in stitches

Plus a dick in your misses

Don't be surprised

If your bride is one of my bottom bitches

I politic

With nothin' more than dimes and what

Hoes'll practice proper groomin'

Sellin' ass on websites

Sendin' me money through Western Union

Getting money from a check in this business, they put 'em on internet, peep out their intellect

Getting these bitches for once in their pocket, I'm all about process, I'm swoopin' in silhouette

Money got my pockets fatter than elephants, bitch, if it ain't about chips, it's irrelevant

Half the battle is image, I glisten my diamonds quicker than

It all started at the age of twelve, servin' fiends and raisin' hell

These bitches say they love a nigga, "Can you make my pockets swell? "

Your conversation, time wastin', money is my motivation

Come and join the team

Sellin' pussy is a occupation

Niggas out here grillin' lanes

Savin' bitches, break the change

Your wife

Is a hoe nigga, go and let her do her thang

Cross her teeth

Dot her eye

Who gon' be her aliby

Hand that hoe a blunts

If a bitch, ever try to lie/lye

Hard for a pimp

No, it's harder for a mack

Pimpin' hoes, sellin' weed, sellin' blow, sellin' crack

Since the birth of me

Pimpin' in my pedigree

Got my game

Got my swag, got it all from Barber Lee

Got it down

Bitch

Wipe the table

With a big ass

And this slut

Come up short fo sho

She gon' beat her ass

She don't turn heads, motherfucker, cause she break necks

All about the cheese, peep game, we don't take checks

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