Bourbons And Impalas lyrics

Bourbons And Impalas lyrics

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Send "Bourbons And Impalas" Ringtone to your Cell Verse 1] I ain`t trippin off these niggas flippin, losin they mind Gettin high, chasin hoes, I was like that at one time I did my thing, and still on top of my game Got niggas askin: Big Mike, when you gon` be droppin again? I just smile, go back the to lab, work on my style, collect beats Cook it up like a ki, and take it back to the streets Cause niggas beef when I don`t speak, like they straight missin somethin I give em a tape, they be like `great`, pop it in they deck and start bumpin Got em humpin like the Gap Band, I`m back, man, look here Doin shows straight in all 50 states within one year I got tight gear for the stage, blow up and make front page Now it`s happenin, I`m platinum with tracks my nigga Mike B. laid Made niggas mad, then I step, got a new click Now I`m ready to do shit, `97 new shit Keep on talkin, son, and I`ma keep on stackin I`m real with this shit while you niggas are out there actin [Chorus] Playa, playa, make the hoes say, dollar, dollar `Burbans and Impalas, makin niggas holler When they recognize a Louisiana nigga straight comin Texas side [Verse 2] Hey what`s that nigga`s name? It`s the Peterman, ain`t no shame in his game Playa, playa, make the hoes say, dollar, dollar `Burbans and Impalas, makin niggas holler When they recognize a Louisiana nigga straight comin Texas side Surprise, who`s catchin a eye like the ufo This ain`t the mothership, I don`t return shit that you left, hoe Ask her, though, I max the hoe, bags the flow Ass to toe, hoes I hit, I let you know I`m the original, there`s no second, yo Because a nigga`s kinda special, loc Seriously speakin weekend after weekend A nigga like me got the hoes seriously tweakin Freakin at night, I cracks it like Whodini Had a bitch named Jeannie Made her act bad for my brother Peanie [Chorus] [Verse 3] It`s the bigger, the blacker, the nigga comin from that swamp About to smoke a quarter for starters, so pass that blunt Don`t stunt, what you want, niggas, what? School em with some of that buddah Cos Kooley keep fuckin with them bustas And don`t give a fuck, so what you wanna make of it? Totin on that swisher, I know you wanna hit it, come have your take of it Fakin it, never, nigga cos I`m way too real for that Rollin with a gang of niggas ready to kill for that Green shit, which we smoke from Houston to New Orleans, bitch Take a hit and quit, and now I got you seein shit So pass it to my nigga, my nigga pass it back to me Take it to the head, and that`s the last of it You see me in the back with my hoes ridin on that gold High till I die and that`s the way it go, oh You know, I see you bitches after the show [Chorus] {CeCe:} (I need it I need it I want it I want it I like it I like it Got to have it I got to have it I got to have it Oh yeah Yes I like it yeah Oh yeah I want it I want it Oh yeah Oh yeah-yeah Makin me holler Dollar dollar Yeah Send " Bourbons And Impalas" Ringtone to your Cell Bourbons And Impalas lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Bourbons And Impalas lyrics @ ELyrics | Bourbons And Impalas lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Bourbons And Impalas lyrics @ Songlyrics | Bourbons And Impalas lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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