Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Quinta, artist - JAY WORTHY. Album song Aktive, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: GDF
Song language: English
La Quinta |
Say Steve, I still can’t believe you graduated man, haha |
Man, shut up |
Glad we outta school, man, look at these stupid ass broads |
I’m bout to get my pimp thang on started |
You know I got so many hoes man I gotta get an assistant pimp just to keep |
track of 'em, you know |
Make sure they on the right streets and shit |
Hey Skippy, why you always talkin' 'bout this pimp stuff, man? |
What’s happening? |
'Cause it’s real man, I’m a pimp |
New day, new bitch, so it’s new money |
High tech in the Cove 'cause I’m blue, honey |
Old clip in my shit homie, ooh well they |
Talkin' all that shit, better do somethin' |
I be really in the set, on the deuce thuggin' |
Breakin' bitches on the brands like it ain’t nothin' |
Take them back to the Biggs', get to straight fuckin' |
She better pay attention nigga, this some real shit |
She used to fuckin' with them lames, I’m a real pimp |
Give money out her ass, stupid hoe bitch |
Had her trappin', blowin' up at La Quinta |
Set up bitches for the homies in the Pita |
Went from poor bitches to those them leather seats |
Went from fuckin' rats to bitches on TV |
Live the life of a real nigga |
If you ain’t got bread, then why the fuck would I deal witcha? |
Yeah we ain’t dealin' witchu man |
Ain’t nothin' you can do that we can’t do |
We just do it a little better, playa |
Get paid, every day, gotta go off your plan |
I’m like a young Mack Dre, no Captain Kirk, wholesale |
Man ain’t no time for love, we gotta get fly |
Man bitches up the bar that got me doin' crime |
Violated parole and we ain’t done nothin' wrong |
Had to skip town 'cause the cops know me where I’m from |
Got the room at the La Quinta |
I ain’t even unpacked my shit, cracked a bitch |
And then I sent her, put my shit on the map |
Ex-con with a million-dollar plan |
Breakin hoes in e’ery city I done ran through |
My operation making cash and they done made a |
Task for my ass, tryna trail but I move too fast |
My boy’s tryin to work it, got me over the border |
Cane straight to Seattle, London drugs imported |
All these player haters broke us but we got a room |
At the La Quinta with some hoes and we goin' up |
Bitch you don’t know what’s goin on |
(She ain’t know what’s goin on) |
She don’t know what I’m gon' do |