Do Or Die Lyrics

Album: Headz Or Tailz

Lil Sum Sum Lyrics

Mic check 

 Mic check 

 Mic check

 Cmon

 

 I'm a professional, pimpin like rational

 Worldwide, but it's national

 You betta ask them hoes

 And ask them clothes

 Who dat smokin beeds

 Talkin bout she fast to go

 And blow like Curtis

 Double off in the lex

 Let me see if she worth it

 Gettin by so perfect

 Gettin by so perfect

 Last year I was mackin

 We climbed but you grabbed too

 DJ play the slow jams

 Sippin Don

 Never bro-ham

 Oh damn, smokin beeds

 Smokin beeds in my lex-land

 Pass the beeds to the next man

 Put it out in the next hand

 Police on my day bew

 Now who's them pimps that stay true

 They do, uh huh motherfucker we done made you

 So you can blaze too

 Its the pimp that laid you

 I know you see me in the video's

 And the radio reconition like a center fold

 Analize to a nigga bigga flow

 Its the hoes with the tight shhh

 They used to the right shhh

 Baby girl hit your lights quick

 See would the mic fit

 Say hello some some

 Check1 check2 brand new 

 And its all for you

 

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 Bump the ac' through the vents

 Still ridin with the darker 10

 If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

 Well hit the beed' and let me do my limp

 

 [Verse 2]

 (uh-huh) Baby girl where the mob at (uh-huh)

 You can get paid where the jobs at

 Ho'in aint the word disreguard that

 3 men in the cad straight dime sacks

 And their gators on, now who started that?

 Must of been a PO P

 Standing on you P cuz a brotha makin mo cheese

 And i reach to the door like oldies

 Saw me in the club 

 Better night then i hope is

 Do you wanna have sex?

 Lay back in the lex

 2 rules in effect

 No stains on the seats

 Strap up with the tex

 Just tell me what you wanna do

 But you know a brotha want you

 Flip a penny if we want to

 Heads or tails on the scale, even if a brotha fails

 I'll be losing clientele, but I'm still back to haunt you

 Baby girl come chill with me

 You could learn a lot of skills with me

 Lay back and be real with me

 Make money on the side 

 We can dine and collide

 Like it's supposed to be

 What it ment to me?

 Cuz you still need a man to

 Make plans to advance you

 Take a chance and you'll dance too

 Uh-huh 

 Mic check mic check

 Brand new 

 And its all for you

 

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 [Verse 3]

 I know you're lookin for the top notch

 Hennessey take 2 shots, Alize just a few drops

 Our pimpin nation not to block

 Get a fade and amazed when we do shots

 Get the digits to my new spot

 Not the old gotta new flaw

 Come in pairs like 2 socks

 Me and you against the world like 2pac

 And i hope you got your crew locked

 Can we puff to 2 glocks

 Why you actin like your too sharp

 In the caddy get you juice-nark

 Better known as A to the mother fucking K

 And um if its love that he want

 Theres no faded umm

 See I'm a pimp and it's all mine

 You dropped your man now your all mine

 I'ma player so it takes time

 Defeat the purpose let me greet you

 Better yet say the name and I'ma meet you

 PHD with a see through

 Did he pay? so we move

 Baby girl just speak smooth

 Haters hate what we do

 Paper chasing for thee group

 

 Well let me go back to front, front to back

 In her face did I do that?

 Get the philly's and the green from the back

 Got the good game from the breeze and the macks

 To the mall and yes, gotta ball, gotta dress

 Domp hat with the rest

 Head shoes and the vest clothes that I

 Suppose that I put em all to the test

 But you can never be me though

 You can learn as we grow

 Spittin game with a neat flow

 But i never play games turn around pretty cheap hoes

 CD's where the weed go?

 And i love the way she ride and collide with her deap throat

 Remember me in the C-A-D-I double L we ride

 Down the ave and the AC's high

 You can walk or do you wanna ride

 Get high, you and I (uh-huh)

 Mic check 1 2, and it's all for you

 

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