ICE~COLD J@CK FRO$t - FIG DIVISION FLOW (feat. S.DOLLAS The Don) Lyrics

Ayo, X9
It ain't nothing to turn her out
We pull up on the blade, hell yeah we poppin' out
It ain't nothing to turn her out

We pull up on the blade, hell yeah we poppin' out
It ain't nothing to turn her out
We pull up on the blade, hell yeah we poppin' out
It ain't nothing to turn her out

We pull up on the blade, hell yeah we poppin' out
Face down, ass up
That's how we like to f*ck
You a hoe, bitch, bring bucks

Hell yeah, it's a pimp effect
I pull up right now and I get them hoes wet
Like, bitch, I want that motherf*ckin' check
Right here on thick and gauge

Hell yeah, I'ma get the sweat and like
Ayy, lil' bitch, come turn around
Ayy, peep out what you turn down
Ayy, peekin' really is speakin

Ayy, cut him up now that boy leakin
Ayy, tell her if I tell her I'ma get it right
I put the bitch down each and every f*ckin' night
I pull up on that track like I gotta get it

Ten bands right now, bitch, I'm just winnin
Talkin' bullshit, bitch, you ain't gettin' shit
I pull up in each and eight, a new whip
I'm puttin' bitches down every day cross-country

I whoop my nigga Frost, bitch, and we gettin' money
Bent right now, bitch, I put the bitch down
And if she ain't got enough, I set her on Greyhound
Guitar lined up, lined up to set her up

I put the bitch on the plate, you can add it up
You can add it up, bitch, wanna interview
Is you a fag or what? Check it out, hoe
I need a bag, mama

I ain't dealin' with no fags, mama
You see that present on my wrist, bitch, that's Obama
I need a bag, Indian bitch, snake charmer
Brown skin, I might name a karma

A real 304, this game karma
Niggas E.D.D. pimpin' out, you in the drought
New horn thick, brought that bitch from down south
S. Dollaz, Don Dollar, what you know about

I show this bitch really what this f*ckin' pimpin' bout