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Big K.R.I.T.、Pimp C、Bun B - Grippin' On The Wood
I guess I'm fulla sh*t
I don't know how to treat a b**ch
My Momma said
Treat one now turn back
Checkping the sh*t
I'm on some superfreak sh*t like
Rick james I could get it
When I'm moving lane-to-lane
Bentley car superstar candy sweet
Gripping that stick like an icicle
Sweet like a candy cane
Get down on it at the drop of a dime
I'mma candy ni**a keep it coming all the time
Pimp c sweet jones jr peason man
Do you like it from the front or
Do you like it from the back
I'mma do some pop rocks good and some ice packs
I'm the real so trill keep you cumming
On my mat I'm on like boosie
Drop it down like a pro give it to me like
When we make em get down on the floor
Pimping on the good
Gripping on the wood
Every f**king day a young ni**a live good
Got a pocket full of cheese
Yellow on my d**k
Every f**king day I'm on some pimped-out sh*t
Gripping on the wood
Gripping on the wood
Every f**king day a young ni**a live good
Got a pocket full of cheese
Yellow on my d**k
Every f**king day I'm on some pimped-out sh*t
Man I'm sitting tall ballin
24s I skate around
See me up in these streets dripping paint
My plate is scraping now
We picking paper up and I'm shutting haters down
Tell em what's the skinny
But I'm still throwing my weight around
Trill I don't play around
Leave that to the children
I'm about to be leave 'em drive
Leave them red like helen mirren
Wood wheel steering and vogue tire turning
Big money earning like I came from mount vernon
Got the swisher sweet burning
The deal is chilling
Got my money on my mind and I'm about to make a killing
When them vogue tires peeling and the 5th wheel drop
And the trunk door's raising I recline the ragtop
Everybody just stop like their time's been frozen
But to damn near go blind from the shine of the chosen
It ain't no more supposing
Already understood I'm repping pat my hood
When I'm gripping on the wood baby
Gripping on the good
Gripping on the wood
Every f**king day a young ni**a live good
Got a pocket full of cheese
Yellow on my d**k
Every f**king day I'm on some pimped-out sh*t
Gripping on the wood
Gripping on the wood
Every f**king day a young ni**a live good
Got a pocket full of cheese
Yellow on my d**k
Every f**king day I'm on some pimped-out sh*t
Yo can OR
B**ch I don't know you
Never seen a pimp ho let me show you
Wood grain when I roll through
Candy painted my slab
Put some screens in the front ike turner
In my trunk and a diamond tip on the back
It's a f**kmobile cause I f**k them freaks
You lame as f**k so she f**k with me
Don't be surprised when she leaves your side
I'm everything that you call defeat
Y'all niggas lame y'all niggas floss
Mr pimp c I'mma break em off
Super-tight since '86
Could've been my pa
But forever all day ni**a
This new ugk ni**a
You don't know what I'm bout then step aside
F**k up out my face ni**a
Gotta hold my nuts keep it oh-so trill
Pop my trunk while I work my bills
Drop my top and crack my C SUB
Cause your b**ch be on my d**k ho
Got a song with bun I got the P ho
Country rap tunes till the day I die
Out for the shrimp blowing up like a blimp
Rotating the tires