MAJIN MIGG - Drippin' (N) GEAUX

The cash, the money, and clothes I need the money drippin n geaux
The cash, the money, and clothes I need the money drippin n geaux
The cash, the money, and clothes I need the money drippin n geaux
Aye aye aye aye
I'm goin bananas it's written in stanzas you know you can't fuck with me nigga
Make me get on the stage and sing to your bitch (Watch her)
She tryna come suck on me nigga
Slanging that pressure since 97 Chris and jay got a pack we gone get it in
My line be buzzing and ringing
Well damn I think I really need me a twin
I be blowing on pressure and gas for real
I'm in the mood for some ass for real
I know they checking to see if I'm real
I'm no Pinocchio I'm the real deal
You play and we sealing you up
Tripping I shipped her ass out of state
I'm sorry did do that
If I catch lil shorty here (Slippin) she gone give up that brain
She smart yea she know what I want
Shawty cute, fit and thick for real
Why does this girl like to taunt me
Pussy so good it still haunt me
Pussy so fat need a army huh
Throw it back baby can't harm me
Her personality alarming
She say ohh Miggey you charming
She really fucking with me
But I like to fuck and forget
I'm off of that henny my g
I killed that bitch pussy and call her ass Kenny
Her titties keep growing I think it's my vision
I come play with kitty and she started tripping
Then I flipped her over put dick in her kidney
I brought all smoke like the fire in chimney
I'm cooking up shit boy my name should be jimmy
It might take me some timing but my fairies are coming (Timmy)
Just gotta make sure that moment ain't blurry
Just gotta make sure that moment ain't dingy
I'm just mixing up shit and I'm knowing it's working
I really stay sliding I'm knowing they lurking
If i took the wrong turn just know it's on purpose
I can't fuck on her (Why you smelling like churches)
I don't trust no banks I'm oldschool
I need a check and see if something missing
I need my money, my Benjis for real
Plus soft of on the guapo
This shit mixed in nachos
Don't think about potholes
Life come with some gaps I just keeping saying vamonos nigga
Just gotta keep goin
can't think about stopping cuz it ain't my stop yet young nigga
Uhhhhh this be ending, all life is descendants We gone reap all causes
Just cuz y'all pretending, stop killing and causing all these mixed up emotions
Baw the youngins done came and they caused commotion
Move one then another you started the motion
I got the whole game on lock
That shit ain't enough put it up on the clock
Switch it up and started thinking out of the box
We whipping out shit like we work for the repos
Niggas been sleeping and think I put cheat codes
This ain't no gta negro, what happened to teaching the G code
Remember when we had still fucked with them beepos
And life was easy like some free throws
I'm just turning too green and goin in beast mode
I'm waking them up cuz they stuck in a sleep mode
They got some new rules but I ball like I'm D. Rose

Written by:
MIGUEL STEVENSON

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