Whoa

(albüm: Super Tecmo Bowl - 2008)

I had a bad bitch up town, she was whoa
5'5", light brown, man, she was cold
Took a nigga shopping, boutiques, sneaka' stores
Copped me the original Jordan numba' 4s
Stuff my jeans right, make sure the tongue show
The word flight under the jumpman logo
You know how I roll
2 miles per hour when I stroll
So everybody see me, they trying to get a good look at my clothes
Where'd he get those, exclusive cargo
I suppose he copped them somewhere in Tokyo
FS on the west coast, have the car service bring my girlfriend to Rodeo
The planes really got it, bitches already know
If I'm driving it, believe the bitch go
If i say so I bet your bitch go
You can hear her moaning through my hotel room door
At night you through, you don't want her no mo'
You a mothafucking lie you in love wit that hoe
You ain't gotta lie to me bro
I think it's beautiful I love to see y'all relationship grow
Fuck hoes, destroy happy homes
Got the game from Slim, rest in piece, it's still cut throat
I whip the Benzo, cops run in my place
I don't trip my shit clean like soap
The dealership said the price was like whoa
This is very expensive I was like so
Niggas know Spitta jack bitches, so when handcuffa's see me coming, them niggas be like no