
D.I.T.C., Cuban Link, Milano - Hey Luv
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Yeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O. C
You know how we do things
We always get our way
Yeah, never pay when we play
Know what I mean
Uhh
Yo, I only think of broads on two occasions
When I’m blazin' and tryna persuade 'em
To slide off with slick dialogue
I even pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty
Pocket of Benji', swallowin' Jimmy
Mami’s hot already, Poppi been heavy
Before I got signed, before I wore signs
Why them broke niggas swear they only quote dimes?
Or hold minds?
And laid a law
?Forced into immigrant walls?
Makin' mid high calls
Like «Damn paso’s!»
Y’all ain’t playa’s y’all just keep the bench warm
While I run through 'em, like Stephon
Get your game tight, I’m the exception
A freak when I get my sex on
Lick cheeks when the thongs come off
Whip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz
For starters, take shots with Polaroids
Runnin' trizzy, call all my boys
Watchin' Six get busy with a roll of toys
Still keep it low poised
Tearin' the club up
My niggas wild and drunk
Ain’t no stoppin' us
From gettin' lots of love, puffin' choc-a-late
On acid we got the rough
Should we locks it up?
It ain’t hard to spot us
Pullin' the Expo slow, tellin' them hoes to pile up
No wonder on the low, niggas despise us
'Cause we liver
When we up in the clubs we lookin' major, hey luv
We pop puffs, 'cause we paid up, hey luv
Then it’s off to my crib for a night cap, straight up
Forget the small talk ma we just wanna lay up
Yea, stick the pretty thug
Diddy bopper stopped by the titty clubs
Pimpin' ain’t easy, like the shit I did with Willie Stubbs
Really love
Money, power and respect
Honeys that fuck for hours in bed
Sex in the showers the best
Check out the body banger
The hottest Pocahontas, she’s probably danger
I’m not a stranger
To the game so I’m throwing change ups
Like willy fingers tryin' to figure her out
I dig her style, I’ma find out what this chick is about
Fuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin' honey
A playboy bunny
That never wants nuthin' from me
It’s funny how she’s one of a kind
From front and behind, top of the line
Dimepiece, bright as the sunshine
My kinda lady, maybe
Drives me crazy, like Miss Daisy
The way she shakes her acey
Makes me wanna taste her pastry
Maybe it’s the liquor talkin'
'Cause I don’t whisper often
A simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin' she was closin'
This is more than just a portion
Of my lifestyle, I raise my right brow
Took her to the crib, and turn the lights out
When we up in the clubs we lookin' major, hey luv
We pop puffs, 'cause we paid up, hey luv
Then it’s off to my crib for a night cap, straight up
Forget the small talk ma we just wanna lay up
Ungh, listen ma
It’s only certain ones
That get to slurpin' with my tongue
Worsened by some
Hurtin' them buns
Workin' it luv
Shit is worse when I’m numb
Any hottie gettin' back shotties
It’ll probably be hours before
I seem twisted from the Bacardi on
If the party on
Strip like it’s Mardi Gras
Brought the camcorders along
Ladies, time to flaunt yours
Get the honey, pour it on
Lickin' your buddy, I saw it all
Recorded it all
So if you wanna be on that at all
Got the baddest broads
Lockin' they jaws
Never cockin' it raw
I’m not the AIDS type for blotches or sores
I’m gettin' paid right, watch full of frost
Even my chains ice nigga, alotta’s the call
Some sheist whores, I see 'em comin'
It’s like, once you pluck 'em, they pregnant or somethin'
For dough they hunger
Tryna trap dudes
See I get my woman bashful
Freak on the low, on natural
Bank account on cash rules
That’s an example, so what I’m tappin' your boo
Laughin' at you (hahaha)
Spendin' your loot, on casual
Jewels, and shoes
Don’t act the fool
Like your screws loose
I ain’t to blame
See she wasn’t tame
And I ain’t even have to drop game
Born to rock game
Milan', when my crew’s involved, this is how we swing
This is how we swing
When we up in the clubs we lookin' major, hey luv
We pop puffs, 'cause we paid up, hey luv
Then it’s off to my crib for a night cap, straight up
Forget the small talk ma we just wanna lay up
Lay up, lay up
Straight up, straight up
Ungh, ungh, ungh
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