Bitch this worldwide pimpin' droppin' hoes to they knees
When I gets up in that pussy, make her skeet til she sleep
Then I'm right back in the slab, goin' to collect my cheddar cheese
'Til that love pay the bills bitch you know I gotta leave
Ain't no games ain't no schemes, baby you my everything
See, I'ma hold it down if you do the same for me
I saw her in my dreams, droppin' top in the caprice
Had my hands on them thighs, while we ride along the beach
Finna catch this flight to Texas, landed back in '93
Lemme pour another cup, say a prayer for P-A-T
I'll get it in the rain, then I'll flip it in the sleet
When I die, all you hear is For The Slab on the street
Domsta - WorldWide Pimpin' Lyrics
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Bitch this worldwide pimpin' droppin' hoes to they knees
When I gets up in that pussy, make her skeet til she sleep
Then I'm right back in the slab, goin' to collect my cheddar cheese
'Til that love pay the bills bitch you know I gotta leave
Ain't no games ain't no schemes, baby you my everything
See, I'ma hold it down if you do the same for me
I saw her in my dreams, droppin' top in the caprice
Had my hands on them thighs, while we ride along the beach
Finna catch this flight to Texas, landed back in '93
Lemme pour another cup, say a prayer for P-A-T
I'll get it in the rain, then I'll flip it in the sleet
When I die, all you hear is For The Slab on the street
When I gets up in that pussy, make her skeet til she sleep
Then I'm right back in the slab, goin' to collect my cheddar cheese
'Til that love pay the bills bitch you know I gotta leave
Ain't no games ain't no schemes, baby you my everything
See, I'ma hold it down if you do the same for me
I saw her in my dreams, droppin' top in the caprice
Had my hands on them thighs, while we ride along the beach
Finna catch this flight to Texas, landed back in '93
Lemme pour another cup, say a prayer for P-A-T
I'll get it in the rain, then I'll flip it in the sleet
When I die, all you hear is For The Slab on the street
Writer: Dominick Ferranti
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