|
Post by russianduck23 on Nov 23, 2006 10:22:18 GMT -5
I'm bad to the bone, with a style like Al Capone// I'ma smile while I give you the dial tone// Eatin shrimp and girls I be pimpin// Walk like I'm limpin, this brother ain't simpin// Not to mention, I'm winner of Mack Daddy conventions// I get a lot of attention// Sleepin in sheets that's made of satin/ with one of my money makin honies, she's mixed Spanish and Latin// She's a fly type of swinger// Twenty carats on her fingers, minks on every coat hanger// In a highrise, made for only fly guys// With a size that attracts the ladies eyes// Keepin the stash and the cashflow// Profile's kept low, more dough than Barry Manilow// Fly cars, I got diamonds in jelly jars// To earn respect, collectin bar fight scars// Slick talkin with a chick when I'm walkin// Midnight stalkin, all the suckers be hawkin// And I max while you be waxin your Cadillacs// Smooth as a fax, but I can cut you like an axe// Big spender, cause I'm a winner like Bruce Jenner// I burn all beginners and let em simmer like a TV dinner// On the phone cause I'm hard like stone// Holdin my own, cause I'm bad to the bone// I'm gettin cash and, ladies receive my passion// Parties I'm crashin with a flashy type of action// On stage, I kick outrageous// And I enslave the bravest, more diamonds than Sammy Davis//
|
|
|
Post by anth on Nov 24, 2006 13:30:46 GMT -5
3
|
|