Do Or Die - Lil Sum Sum Lyrics

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C'mon

I'm a professional pimpin' like rational

Worldwide but it's national

You betta ask them hoes and ask them clothes

Who dat smokin' beeds

Talkin' bout she fast to go

And blow like curtis

Double off in the lex

Let me see if she worth it

Gettin' by so perfect

Gettin' by so perfect

Last year i was mackin'

We climbed but you grabbed too

Dj play the slow jams

Sippin' don never bro-ham

Oh damn smokin' beeds

Smokin' beeds in my lex-land

Pass the beeds to the next man

Put it out in the next hand

Police on my day bew

Now who's them pimps that stay true

They do uh huh motherfucker we done made you

So you can blaze too

It's the pimp that laid you

I know you see me in the video's

And the radio recognition like a center fold

Analyze to a nigga bigga flow

It's the hoes with the tight shh

They used to the right shh

Baby girl hit your lights quick

See would the mic fit say hello some some

Check 1 check 2 brand new

And it's all for you

Bump the ac through the vents

Still ridin' with the darker 10

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

Well hit the beed' and let me do my limp uh-huh uh-huh

Baby girl where the mob at

You can get paid where the jobs at

Ho' in ain't the word disregard that

3 men in the cad straight dime sacks

And their gators on now who started that?

Must've been a po p

Standing on you p 'cuz a brotha makin' mo' cheese

And i reach to the door like the oldies

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Saw me in the club better night then i hope is

Do you wanna have sex?

Lay back in the lex

2 rules in effect

No stains on the seats

Strap up with the tex

Just tell me what you wanna do

But you know a brotha want you

Flip a penny if we want to

Heads or tails on the scale even if a brotha fails

I'll be losing clientele

But i'm still back to haunt you

Baby girl come chill with me

You could learn a lot of skills with me

Lay back and be real with me

Make money on the side

We can dine and collide

Like it's supposed to be

What it meant to me?

'cuz you still need a man to make plans to advance you

Take a chance and you'll dance too

Uh-huh mic check mic check brand new

And it's all for you

Bump the ac through the vents

Still ridin' with the darker 10

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

Well hit the beed' and let me do my limp

I know you're lookin' for the top notch

Hennessey take 2 shots alize just a few drops

Our pimpin nation not to block

Get a fade and amazed when we do shots

Get the digits to my new spot

Not the old gotta new flaw

Come in pairs like 2 socks

Me and you against the world like 2pac

And i hope you got your crew locked

Can we puff to 2 glocks

Why you actin' like your too sharp?

In the caddy get you juice-nark

Better known as a to the mother fucking k

And um if it's love that he want

There's no faded umm

See i'm a pimp and it's all mine

You dropped your man now your all mine

I'ma player so it takes time

Defeat the purpose let me greet you

Better yet say the name and i'ma meet you

Phd with a see-through

Did he pay? so we move

Baby girl just speak smooth

Haters hate what we do paper chasing for thee group

Well let me go back to front front to back

In her face did i do that?

Get the philly's and the green from the back

Got the good game from the breeze and the macks

To the mall and yes gotta ball gotta dress

Domp hat with the rest

Head shoes and the vest clothes that i

Suppose that i put 'em all to the test

But you can never be me though

You can learn as we grow

Spittin' game with a neat flow

But i never play games turn around pretty cheap hoes

Cd's where the weed go

And i love the way she ride and collide with her deep throat

Remember me in the c a d i double l we ride

Down the ave and the ac's high

You can walk or do you wanna ride

Get high you and i uh-huh

Mic check 1 2 and it's all for you

Bump the ac through the vents

Still ridin' with the darker 10

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

Well hit the beed' and let me do my limp

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Bump the ac through the vents

Still ridin' with the darker 10

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

Well hit the beed' and let me do my limp

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