Текст пісні Lil Mo - RJmrLA, DJ Drama

Lil Mo

Grimy with gorillas, I’m slidin' 'round with the millas\nMy chopper, it came from Russia, my Cartier came from Peter\n132 Streeter shootin' at your group leader\nTwo-seater, DA label me whoop leader (Yes, sir)\nI’m juiced, baby\nGrew my hair out and took off the roof, baby\nThey said we fell out, nah, we just regrouped, baby\nThis FN knock out your wisdom for the tooth lady\nI mean the Tooth Fairy\nYour whole crew scary\nPull up Ghost, got 'em spooked down\nHad to take my jewelry off, the shit was too loud\nPrayin' for them babies that got hit up with them loose rounds\nPull up with the Drac' and shit flamin' like a luau\nOoh, keep cool, play it bool\nCouple groupies in the heat pool\nCall up the chef to cook the food, that’s what we do\n4 AM, four bitches left, finna eat and chew\nMake a move (Gangsta)\nShit look different from the 'Gram up in real life\nShe just took half a pill, what it feel like?\nShe a slutty-ass bitch, but it’s still tight\nShe just got her body done, she can’t sit on flights\nWhen you outside, gotta pay a lil' more\nWhen you want it how you want it, gotta pay a lil' more\nBitch, get to the point, I ain’t playin' no more\nShit is gettin' to the point I ain’t gon' say it no more\nYeah, put some respect on my name\nI ain’t gon' downplay it, lot of niggas upset in the game\nBitch, these thousand-dollar slippers, we ain’t steppin' the same\nI feel the power with this pistol, I been preppin' my aim\nOkay, she slept on a nigga, hmm, I’m wakin' up under these thousand-dollar\nsheets\nI can’t account for what they make, I get deposits in my sleep\nYou know we came a long way, my Gucci rep is proud of me\nI’ll never let 'em father me, bitch, my daddy gone\nI pay my mama bills now, I’m like her favorite-born\nI’m keepin' pressure on, I’m saucy with the apron on\nThey talkin', but they ain’t perform\nDon’t charge me if you takin' long, bitch\nI break on 'em with broke wrists\nI can’t fake my focus\nJPays and phone lists\nThey say we celebratin' my wins, I’m bringin' my whole clique\nShe said she wanted closure, I dropped that bitch in an open puddle\nThen put some titties on her closest cousin, nigga\nShit look different from the 'Gram up in real life\nShe just took half a pill, what it feel like?\nShe a slutty-ass bitch, but it’s still tight\nShe just got her body done, she can’t sit on flights\nWhen you outside, gotta pay a lil' more\nWhen you want it how you want it, gotta pay a lil' more\nBitch, get to the point, I ain’t playin' no more\nShit is gettin' to the point I ain’t gon' say it no more\n(Gangsta Grizzillz)\nYou know we give her a lil' more\nGet to the point, I ain’t playin' no more\nTurn her into a superwoman\nGettin' to the point I ain’t gon' say it no more\nRJ, Drama\nSan Pedro boys up