Lyrics Coming Down (Without Sample) - P$C

Coming Down (Without Sample)

I’m coming down, wet paint, wood paint, grip the grain
Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying
I’m coming down in the old school, candy look quite exelant
Bitches stop and stare like they possessed by the exersist
If I let them in, I bet they never wanna exit it
If they see the, on them peppermints
I got higher than the lead singer from the Baha Men
Skating in the monster ride, muscle car so masculan
Hoes fall in my lap, my pimpin ain’t no accsedent
They ask for this,
I’m on the highway dippin, Michael Vickin
I’m riding and swerving it, old car, I’m bairly missing it
Turning up that Isaac Haze, smoking on that purple haze
So foggy in the ride, can’t even see if it’s night or day
Tell them I’m on my way, fuck faces what we exchange
Just another episode of the Heavy Chevy thang
I’m coming down, wet paint, wood paint, grip the grain
Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying
I’m coming down, blowing swisher sweet
90 with the wood
on the tip of my feet
And a big boy gun with a scope and a beam
, put your hoe on the bean
Pull up on the same down with the king
I know all the hoes choose if you know what I mean
Mug so mean and the paint so clean, join the team, you should know what I mean
Hoes come last, cause I worry bout me
It’s candy fleek with these
Drippin paint all across the street
I leave a trail everywhere I go
You can tell it’s me by the smell of the smoke
Coming down Simpson Road
See me shining from a distance, hoe
This
22 inches slip right off the floor
And my tires burn rubber when I stop and go
If you
Looking under my seats like looking for snow
Tell a hoe to wash her hands before she open the door
Still a lame, but I’m the opisit though
Still I
7 days in the A you can see
Fuck with Dro, KT and them
6 Chevys in a row, wet paint up high
That must be the PSC and them, you know T.I., Double D and them
Mac, AK, Kuntry, C and them
Far away from Atlanta, hop in the Phantom
Hit up Puff, Jay-Z and them
I’m coming down, wet paint, wood paint, grip the grain
Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying
I’m coming down like an avalanch, higher than an avalanch
Hoes dropping it off, give it up so they can have a chance
, who would’ve knew?
I’m switching my paint out from cherry to blue
Niggas from here gon do what we do
26 on 22
My Chevy’s
don’t test it
All of the bread I invested
Audio, video, it is a sespention
Fuckin the paint just to keep them looking
Lack on the right, swag on the left
Hitting the block all by myself
Flipping alone, smoking alone
Ringing my phone, just
Singing my song, give me that pussy
I think it was made by Webby and Boosie
Choppin the block my ryms
Touch on my radio, no, touch on my dick
You say that you want it, act like it then
And my ryms ain’t spinning, that shit played out
Have a seat, got that thang layed out
, you ain’t feeling what I’m saying
I can roll up the blunt and rub on that ass
It hurt so bad, cause you already know
For real bout the cars, the money and the hoes
in the cut tryna score
Tell
And I creep real slow, sittin tall in the Lack
Get your hoes out the car, make ride with Mac
I’m coming down, wet paint, wood paint, grip the grain
Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying