Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Need an Armored Truck, artist - Master P.
Date of issue: 12.08.2013
Song language: English
I Need an Armored Truck |
On that other shit, drinking not them gold bottles |
Gave my car a hat cut, call that bitch super model |
Now they all up in my spaceship |
My windows they been tip, |
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my shit pay for and that shit be rich |
Hook: |
Po-po-pocket. |
I need an armored truck |
Do this so big tat shawty she could come with us |
Throwin' champagne like a water nigga |
I got them packs real yours f*cking ball nigga. |
A. broken up from the other side, |
I hypnotise it in my seat, |
If I do bad, I could ball from my keys, |
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imagine I could down just to do it big, |
Go ceiling in the house say night shit |
Three million in the trunk Mister Ice cream |
With the Mexico just as see cut em slim, |
And the richest man in the world if you ain’t heard AM |
I’m with my man with the shit I see on the build |
And I give the shit bout my mother*cking sale. |
2 x Hook: |
Po-po-pocket. |
I need an armored truck |
Do this so big tat shawty she could come with us |
Throwin' champagne like a water nigga |
I got them packs real yours f*cking ball nigga. |
Boo-booty so big she could come with us, |
Leave them tate set the crib, girl go will cover up, |
White. |
roof gone, cut that joke bad |
You ain’t got no word, |
you mother*ckers like leave it all with your mama |
that chick aside three comas, |
and slow money, prestige your money |
we cut them shit no problems, |
too many club with all of my. |
I came for, |
no new friends, no new hoes, |
I take the back of the brain good and I might make my kid for, |
Give my last name to your light chain, |
' let me chain gain, my. |
he. |
swings |
No rubbin' me, I hate. |
bang |
I’m a pretty boo I got a devil life, |
I’ll take you girl and then take you right, |
I got a rap, I got save us nigga, |
My third crib right as a hill figure |
We bow bottles like water, ' |
I don’t ask for. |
and she fine as hell |
I wanna get delicious at daughter, hold up |
Too much champagne and keep prayin it out, |
I make no money, then you hate the song f*ck you. |