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Correct Tattoos On Her Ass Lyrics
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[Intro] Tattos On Her Ass, take one Dame Grease, we got 'em baby Got these niggas Got the whole gang tryna take us down, now I'm poppin' Know it's Vigilante Season man, fuck this shit Just going to ski that wave, shout out the Four Horsemen Scared of 'em, uh [Hook] Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced, too advanced (Too advanced) How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands (Fuck you do that, fucked up now) When my songs come on (Come on), they do the dance (Do the dance) Bitches tattoo my name on they ass [Verse 1] Yeah, the Vigilante Season is here (Here), so buckle up (Buckle up) The Milli Vanilli killer, Chrissy, pucker up Get ya lips wet, take ya dentures out, let me feel the gums (Gums) My DVDs be in the slums Lookin' all good in my three-piece, got you niggas speech weak (Weak) You bitch niggas couldn't see me like cheap seats Ridin' that white horse, slippin' that 'caine, need twelve steps Squeeze at you niggas 'til no shells left Stop it son you not the shit (Not the shit), I'll pop a clip Seen him on YouTube swappin' spit What the fuck is that, that's some homo shit (Homo shit) I noticed it, did the Domain on some promo shit That ain't even one third of the wave, I possess the fury Send some wolves to get you for your jewelry Ask 'em 'bout the boy, I'ma nuke myself Played with the biscuits as a boy, and I never tried to shoot myself Nigga that coke you sniffin' got you skimpy, come and get me (Come and get me) They gon' find ya like Pimp C I don't give a fuck about your bullshit, best to show me where the money be Nigga you're only 23 (Oww) [Hook] Got a foreign car, the new coupe is black (Coupe is black) And I'm never too old, we movin' the cash (Shit) Plus I piped your broad (Broad), how cool is that (She want to) She wanna tattoo my name on her ass [Verse 2] Chyeah, chyeah, nigga I ain't trippin' off this shit I'ma tool up, vroom up, time to hit tools up (Tools up?) Yeah, time to hit Ben Bitty (Bitty) The two thousand and ten Biggie Need another swiggy, just pour me some grand cru Got the codeine, sour make the whores lean More fiend, that's that shit I be slingin' out the back of the spaceship Taste it, get you niggas facelifts Get you niggas wasted (Wasted), Bigga the better spar (Spar) Pay for your funeral on my debit card Cop a pine box, you don't want that, baby Niggas on my dick, screamin' "Wavy" Try to do a splash, now cyclones (Splash) They told me Batista, you Roddy Rowdy Piper, Es got you hyper Nigga stop poppin' those percocets, make me hurt the set (Yeah) They make me wanna squirt the Tech (Oww) [Hook] Well she touched in Miami (Yeah), while you was doin' tracks (Doin', doin' tracks) She even gave me couple bucks out ya stash (Stash, yeah) She said it taste like pastry (Pastry), what type of fruits is that (What type fruit is that) She wanna tattoo my name on her ass Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced (Too advanced) How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands (Fuck you do that, shit) When my songs come on (On), they do the dance (Do the dance) Bitches tattoo my name on they ass Got a foreign car, the new coupe is black (Coupe is black) And I'm never too old, we movin' the cash Plus I piped your broad (Broad), how cool is that (She want to) She wanna tattoo my name on her ass [Outro] Freaky bitch, chyeah Need a nice one outro for this one Ain't gotta say much Vigilante Season, ya know Boss Don Biggavel' Dame Grease Four Horsemen baby, chyeah Got bottles of that grand cru Ya know the industry, comin' for my head All these niggas talkin' greasy 'bout the boy Let's let the music speak for itself, ya know Lil' coke head niggas runnin' 'round the game Poppin' them percs, 'shrooms Fuck with ya boy bitch The Boss Don, oww Gotta love it Gain Greene, chyeah
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