Boldy James, GLC, Louie P. Newton - David Ruffin lyrics
[Boldy James, GLC, Louie P. Newton - David Ruffin lyrics]
Say she never seen a dream
Sold like this before
Or encountered one that's cold
Like this before
Swore she wouldn't fall for it
Then she seen I'm missin' more
And keep askin' me why I'm
Creatin' all this distance for
It's traditional, church but not a piscopo
I make her work for that position
It's a privilege ho
Her first taste of red wine and medicinal
And I ain't mad
She think my belt buckle is mistletoe
I ain't dissin' though
It's strictly principle
Stay poppin' tags homie
I ain't missin' dough
And it's probably cause I'm gettin' chose
And she workin' so hard
I can get another chick fa sho
She know I'm hardly home
Party with my Carti's on
And get Wolfgang Puck fresh at
The drop of a button
With no discussion, like it's nothin'
I take it till she realize
That she was bluffin' i'm cold on 'em
She give me everything
Tell me I don't owe her nothin'
They say I'm cold on these hoes david Ruffin
It's James Jones, drug zone
Meet your neighbor, hoodlum
They say I'm cold on these hoes
I came up from nothin'
Slangin' bowls for them pros
Every day I'm hustlin'
We get the low, get 'em gone
In a day it's nothin'
Got the trap bunkin', my connect Russian
Rushing when I double what you cop
Now that's frontin'
Niggas frontin' like they live
Nigga stop frontin'
Cause that shit'll get you shot
And I'm not bluffin'
We'll run up in your spot
Get to bustin' plural
Now his block's a mural
Full of Care Bears and Teddy Ruxpins
Runnin' from the black and
Yellows, black and yellows, packin' metal
Had to throw my crack and
Ran go get my thumper
Cause the other day they found
My nigga in the dumpster
Thinkin' 'bout all the dirt we
Did when we was youngsters
Led astray, the hood try'na take me under
Streets didn't kill me, only made me stronger
A pimp from the 'go, I give a ho
Some pimpin' to go, my ism critical
Amnesia pimpin', I hit it then forget a ho
Girl I beat that pussy up
Call that boy Riddick Bowe
Teddy Pendergrass, Love TKO
Countin' plenty cash
Blowin' kush and plenty hash
It's what we have, playa what you got?
That 31 from the Pacers
We gettin' paper, let this ism motivate you
? bother them ass shots
Trusty in your stash spot
Man I just gave her game to
Change her from a have not
Who she gave that paper to the
Moment that she came out
Why she came in here with you
And leavin' in my fast car?
Fool, she drove on a player call it Nascar
Y'all speedballin', fallin' like I'm John?
Cold on these hoes, chuuch, Pope John Paul
Sold like this before
Or encountered one that's cold
Like this before
Swore she wouldn't fall for it
Then she seen I'm missin' more
And keep askin' me why I'm
Creatin' all this distance for
It's traditional, church but not a piscopo
I make her work for that position
It's a privilege ho
Her first taste of red wine and medicinal
And I ain't mad
She think my belt buckle is mistletoe
I ain't dissin' though
It's strictly principle
Stay poppin' tags homie
I ain't missin' dough
And it's probably cause I'm gettin' chose
And she workin' so hard
I can get another chick fa sho
She know I'm hardly home
Party with my Carti's on
And get Wolfgang Puck fresh at
The drop of a button
With no discussion, like it's nothin'
I take it till she realize
That she was bluffin' i'm cold on 'em
She give me everything
Tell me I don't owe her nothin'
They say I'm cold on these hoes david Ruffin
It's James Jones, drug zone
Meet your neighbor, hoodlum
They say I'm cold on these hoes
I came up from nothin'
Slangin' bowls for them pros
Every day I'm hustlin'
We get the low, get 'em gone
In a day it's nothin'
Got the trap bunkin', my connect Russian
Rushing when I double what you cop
Now that's frontin'
Niggas frontin' like they live
Nigga stop frontin'
Cause that shit'll get you shot
And I'm not bluffin'
We'll run up in your spot
Get to bustin' plural
Now his block's a mural
Full of Care Bears and Teddy Ruxpins
Runnin' from the black and
Yellows, black and yellows, packin' metal
Had to throw my crack and
Ran go get my thumper
Cause the other day they found
My nigga in the dumpster
Thinkin' 'bout all the dirt we
Did when we was youngsters
Led astray, the hood try'na take me under
Streets didn't kill me, only made me stronger
A pimp from the 'go, I give a ho
Some pimpin' to go, my ism critical
Amnesia pimpin', I hit it then forget a ho
Girl I beat that pussy up
Call that boy Riddick Bowe
Teddy Pendergrass, Love TKO
Countin' plenty cash
Blowin' kush and plenty hash
It's what we have, playa what you got?
That 31 from the Pacers
We gettin' paper, let this ism motivate you
? bother them ass shots
Trusty in your stash spot
Man I just gave her game to
Change her from a have not
Who she gave that paper to the
Moment that she came out
Why she came in here with you
And leavin' in my fast car?
Fool, she drove on a player call it Nascar
Y'all speedballin', fallin' like I'm John?
Cold on these hoes, chuuch, Pope John Paul