| Do it, uh we Boss Hogg baby yeah, yeah
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| Uh-uh we Boss Hogg baby yeah, yeah
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| Uh Boyz-N-Blue baby yeah, yeah
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| Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, hey
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| I know you see, Kyle body rocking
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| With a star at the bar twisted cigar, while the X got her body popping
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| Everybody’s chopping, on bottles of dro
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| I’m a pimp not a simp, I got bopper control
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| Pulling yellow bones, me and my nigga from Yellow Stone
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| Putting digits in our two-way pagers, and telephones
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| Kyleon yeah baby, I believe that’s me
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| Come fuck with this Hogg, in the V.I.P
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| Fuck with me, I might lay her in the V.I.P
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| A real playa don’t pay her, in the V.I.P
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| Like T-I-P, so simple
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| I’m a killa or crook, and a straight off the hook hoe pimper
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| You want a check for sex, you can keep it baby
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| I love pussy, but I don’t really need it baby
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| Before I give up my do', I’ma leave it baby
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| I ain’t saving these hoes, better believe it baby
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| Some of these hoes, got class and respect
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| But most of these hoes, trying to cash them a check
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| Bottom line, all about the Benjamin’s
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| She’ll sleep with ya quick, if you drop dividends
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| And it’s a lot of cake, niggas complying
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| Giving hoes all they cash, cause these bitches are fine
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| Fool last motherfucker, look at the picture
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| If you was broke with no hope, would this chick be with ya
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| Hell naw, I can answer that
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| She’ll sleep with ya partna, if she think he got stacks
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| And that’s a fact, cause I done seen it with my own fucking eyes
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| Hoes trying to play they role, while getting boned 'tween the thighs
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| For real, cause all boppers the same
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| Quick to hop on ya dick, cause you got you some change
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| Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t hating on the real women
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| I’m just tired of these crumbs, that be penny pinching but uh
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| You see me, I’ve been pimping ever since pimping been pimping
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| And when boppers see me they yell, (hey pimping)
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| And it’s good you got the freak bitch, hair and nails done
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| I done hate ya, I congratulate ya well done
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| I’m all about my mail, hun
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| And if you ask about the next man bitch, I can’t tell ya nuttin'
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| And while you half-sleep in the morning, waking up on the phone
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| I’m in the Presidential suite, waking up to some dome
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| I see ya always happy, I’m sorry for breaking up ya home
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| But if you plex, I send bullets that’ll break up ya bones
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| So leave me alone, and back-back back-back
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| Cause I’m C. Weezy, the young black Mack with fat stacks
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| Slim Thugger done hit more dimes, in my time
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| Than crack head crews, standing on the corner you’d find
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| I don’t call my bitch my wifey, I call her my bitch
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| And my bitch know when I’m calling, I’m calling to hit
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| I keep a dime shotgun, while I’m making my runs
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| I bless 'em with my presence, never ever my funds
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| I got broads that’s ghetto, broads that’s seditty
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| But if the broad with me, then the broad is pretty
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| With big ass and titties, on the scale a dime
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| But if I’m out of time, I might settle for a nine
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| I love money, pussy and sticky green
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| I keep a all star team, that love to lick me clean
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| I know they want me for my green, I’ma let 'em stay wanting
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| At the mall they bags empty, and the Boss stay flaunting
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| And I do it, with a straight face
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| And if the chick jump fly, then the chick get replaced |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Come Here (feat. Sir Daily & Chris Ward) , by - Slim Thug. Song from the album Boyz-N-Blue, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп