I know a lil freak bitch stay in the hood, I need a car wash
Lookin' for the pretty freak bad bitches, heard they out power
Give me the Glock, I'ma shoot that bitch before the shot clock
We on the Oz block, tell they pussy ass to pop out
5-5-6's, f*ck the Smitty bitch, it's the Black Ops
F*ck squad and he gon' turn the crib into a crack house
In the city, it was barely bodies droppin', it's Iraq now
If you think shit sweet, turn your favorite rapper to a back run
Show my cousin 33,000, he tryna crash out
Put the title in my cyborg's name and then I mashed out
Reachin' for the chain, smokin' with Shicey's on, I ain't assed out
Lil Junkie buy some cuts, pour it in a pipe, then pass out
Before a pardon, he frontin' back end, send my cash out
I put some poison ivy, f*ck the roam, bitch, you gotta rational
Just 200 blues, now I can actually say I got a bag
I got through 60 cameras, voice recognition when I'm baggin' out
We up 100,000 in our go yards, we brought the bags out
The pussy good, then her credit good, then I'm cashin' out
When I'm on the way to go and catch my sales, I'm on the fastest route
Told the bitch, I just got out the feds, put your camera down
I had to cut the bitch off, cause she wear hand-me-downs
This bitch a realtor, I f*ck around, got seven houses
Bitch, clean her dick off, this bitch spotless, she should get allowance
Money comin' in, I'ma keep stackin', this don't keep pilin
Dropped the addy to my young dawgs and told them, keep slidin
Slide past in a R-D truck, throwin' peace signs up
I can't catch another felon, bitch, I'm a three-timer
Bitch, hit a nigga pockets every time you sleep around
I just spent 40,000, I ain't think about it
Bitch, take your clothes off, I wanna see your outfit
Tryna book me for a show, I'ma need a deposit
But I ain't import a whole thing, bitch, I ain't drink ounces
No, no, no, no, no
MoneyboyMarkk - Car Wash (feat. ATM Alee) Lyrics
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I know a lil freak bitch stay in the hood, I need a car wash
Lookin' for the pretty freak bad bitches, heard they out power
Give me the Glock, I'ma shoot that bitch before the shot clock
We on the Oz block, tell they pussy ass to pop out
5-5-6's, f*ck the Smitty bitch, it's the Black Ops
F*ck squad and he gon' turn the crib into a crack house
In the city, it was barely bodies droppin', it's Iraq now
If you think shit sweet, turn your favorite rapper to a back run
Show my cousin 33,000, he tryna crash out
Put the title in my cyborg's name and then I mashed out
Reachin' for the chain, smokin' with Shicey's on, I ain't assed out
Lil Junkie buy some cuts, pour it in a pipe, then pass out
Before a pardon, he frontin' back end, send my cash out
I put some poison ivy, f*ck the roam, bitch, you gotta rational
Just 200 blues, now I can actually say I got a bag
I got through 60 cameras, voice recognition when I'm baggin' out
We up 100,000 in our go yards, we brought the bags out
The pussy good, then her credit good, then I'm cashin' out
When I'm on the way to go and catch my sales, I'm on the fastest route
Told the bitch, I just got out the feds, put your camera down
I had to cut the bitch off, cause she wear hand-me-downs
This bitch a realtor, I f*ck around, got seven houses
Bitch, clean her dick off, this bitch spotless, she should get allowance
Money comin' in, I'ma keep stackin', this don't keep pilin
Dropped the addy to my young dawgs and told them, keep slidin
Slide past in a R-D truck, throwin' peace signs up
I can't catch another felon, bitch, I'm a three-timer
Bitch, hit a nigga pockets every time you sleep around
I just spent 40,000, I ain't think about it
Bitch, take your clothes off, I wanna see your outfit
Tryna book me for a show, I'ma need a deposit
But I ain't import a whole thing, bitch, I ain't drink ounces
No, no, no, no, no
Lookin' for the pretty freak bad bitches, heard they out power
Give me the Glock, I'ma shoot that bitch before the shot clock
We on the Oz block, tell they pussy ass to pop out
5-5-6's, f*ck the Smitty bitch, it's the Black Ops
F*ck squad and he gon' turn the crib into a crack house
In the city, it was barely bodies droppin', it's Iraq now
If you think shit sweet, turn your favorite rapper to a back run
Show my cousin 33,000, he tryna crash out
Put the title in my cyborg's name and then I mashed out
Reachin' for the chain, smokin' with Shicey's on, I ain't assed out
Lil Junkie buy some cuts, pour it in a pipe, then pass out
Before a pardon, he frontin' back end, send my cash out
I put some poison ivy, f*ck the roam, bitch, you gotta rational
Just 200 blues, now I can actually say I got a bag
I got through 60 cameras, voice recognition when I'm baggin' out
We up 100,000 in our go yards, we brought the bags out
The pussy good, then her credit good, then I'm cashin' out
When I'm on the way to go and catch my sales, I'm on the fastest route
Told the bitch, I just got out the feds, put your camera down
I had to cut the bitch off, cause she wear hand-me-downs
This bitch a realtor, I f*ck around, got seven houses
Bitch, clean her dick off, this bitch spotless, she should get allowance
Money comin' in, I'ma keep stackin', this don't keep pilin
Dropped the addy to my young dawgs and told them, keep slidin
Slide past in a R-D truck, throwin' peace signs up
I can't catch another felon, bitch, I'm a three-timer
Bitch, hit a nigga pockets every time you sleep around
I just spent 40,000, I ain't think about it
Bitch, take your clothes off, I wanna see your outfit
Tryna book me for a show, I'ma need a deposit
But I ain't import a whole thing, bitch, I ain't drink ounces
No, no, no, no, no
Writer: Marcus Mosley
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