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I'm coming down, wet paint On them thangs, wood grain Blowed out, leather frame Fuck what these hoes think I'm coming down, wet paint On them thangs, wood grain Blowed out, leather frame Fuck what these hoes think I'm coming down in the old school candy look quite excellent Bitches stop and stare, like they possessed by the exorcist If I let them in I bet they never want to exit it They see the rainbow of the skittle rolling on them peppermints I got them higher than the lead singer from the Parliament Skating in the monster ride, muscle cars I'm masculine Hoes don't fall in my lap, my pimping ain't no accident They asked for this, when they glued they eyes to the limo tint I'm on the highway dipping in the seven Michael Vick-ing it I mean I'm riding swerving in your car, I'm barely missing it Turning up that Isaac Hayes, smoking on that purple haze So foggy up in the ride can't see if it's night or day But right away bitches fit on feel between each other's legs Nibble on, nibble on nipples as they stroke each other hair and face Hotel I'm on my way, fuck faces what we exchange Just another episode of the heavy Chevy mayne I'm coming down, wet paint On them thangs, wood grain Blowed out, leather frame Fuck what these hoes think I'm coming down, wet paint On them thangs, wood grain Blowed out, leather frame Fuck what these hoes think I'm coming down blowing Swisher Sweets '91 Lac with the wood and the beat Twenty inch Dayton's, bullet tip on my feet And the big forty-four with the scope and the beam Mix the dro with the lean, put your ho on them beans Pull up on the scene being down with the king I hope the hoes choose if you know what I mean Cause the mud so mean and the paint so clean Wanna join the team, you should know about me Hoes come last and they worry about me You see this candy fleet with these clown feet It be dripping paint all across the street I leave a trail everywhere I go They can tell it's me by the smell of the smoke Coming down yelling Simpson Road You can see me shining from a distance ho In the Chevelle Super Sport with a four-fifty-four Six twenty-two inches slip off of the floor And my tires burn rubber with a stop and a go Hit the gas and my pipes start hollering at hoes Looking at my leather seats like watching the snow Tell a ho to wash her hands before she open the door You used to dealing with them lames but I'm the opposite though Still will make your mama think I been to college before Sundays in the A, you be seeing them On chrome with Drove, K.T. and them Six Chevys in a row, wet paint up high That must be the PSC and them You know T.I., Dolla D, P and them Mac, A.K., Kuntry and C and them Far away from Atlanta, hopping out of the Phantom Puff Nelly, Pharrell, Jay-Z and them I'm coming down, wet paint On them thangs, wood grain Blowed out, leather frame Fuck what these hoes think I'm coming down, wet paint On them thangs, wood grain Blowed out, leather frame Fuck what these hoes think I'm coming down like an avalanche, riding in an Avalanche Hoes dropping it off, giving it up so they can have a chance Speedometer new, who would've knew I'm switching my paint out from cherry to blue Niggas from here gon' do what we do Twenty-six tall or a short twenty-two My Chevy's electric, shawty don't test it Think about all of the bread I invested Audio, video, engine suspension Buckets of paint just to keep women looking I'm hooking a right, swanging a left Beating the block down all by myself Dranking alone, smoking alone Not on the phone just rolling alone And I'm singing my song, gimme that pussy I think it was made by Webbie and Boosie Chopping the block, touching blue on my rims Don't be touching my radio, touching my dick You say that you want it girl, act like you didn't My rims ain't spinning that shit played out Capping seats in the fleet, man that thang laid out No tint on the window cause the thang stay out What's command? No hands, you ain't feeling what I'm saying I can roll up the blunt and rub on that ass And it hurts so bad cause you already know I'm for real about the cars and the money and the hoes When you see me boy I'm low in the cut trying to score Ain't no telling who be watching trying to peep where I go And I creep real slow, sitting tall in the 'Lac Get your hoes out your car make them ride with a mack I'm coming down, wet paint On them thangs, wood grain Blowed out, leather frame Fuck what these hoes think I'm coming down, wet paint On them thangs, wood grain Blowed out, leather frame Fuck what these hoes think
