Don Toliver, YungJosh93 - Global Wide Pimp Brothers lyrics
Don Toliver [Caleb Zackery] Houston, Texas, U.S
[Don Toliver, YungJosh93 - Global Wide Pimp Brothers lyrics]
Woo ay, fuck all you critics
Fuck all you haters fuck all you niggas
Fuck all the critics uh
I remember when I ain't had shit
Now I'm top floor, chop game with ya bitch
Coming with a plan so we can all get rich
Money in the bag, don't touch that shit
Get off my dick, chop game with ya bitch
40 in the whip in case you tryna hit a lick
H Town flow, let a young nigga spit
You talk a lot of shit
I hope you do it on a dick
Riding in the back, man, whip gettin' lit
Jack life forever, man, I love this shit
Counting up the paper
I don't love that bitch
You the type to love, kiss and hug that bitch
Got a whole sack, I wanna hug that bitch
Got a court date, I'm like fuck that shit
Hustle everyday just so I could pay the rent
Stick a nigga up for the paper real quick
Josh he an animal, I'm speaking real shit
Hop on the block and I'm bleeding that bitch
Cops know a nigga take risks
FaceTime with the plug and you
Know we talking bricks
No losses with the sack
I ain't taking no shit
Fifty-nine in the coupe and
I'm racing that shit
Got the top back, the block hating that shit
Got ya bitch with me, nigga hating that shit
Just pimped a new hoe but I hate that bitch
I'ma make that bitch then break that bitch
Pussy nigga talk, I don't play that shit
But if the pussy lips talk
Here's what I say to that shit
"Umm, is it mine?"
"Baby girl, is it mine?"
"I'm on probation can that
Pussy pay my fines?"
Baby if you making money
Then I'm making time
If the pussy don't pay me bills
Then don't say it's mine
Grilled up like Jay-Z in '89
And you broke niggas might as
Well make a sign
I can take a ugly bitch and make her fine
Since a youngin
I been turning pennies into dimes
We done went from eating Dennys to Benihan-
And we sipping on that act, a zip a line
I'm feeling like Shaq in '99
This the truth
Looking dead into the lion's eyes
And them boys say they hot
We on a higher high
If the nigga spreading lies then he gotta die
Me and my momma don't really see eye to eye
And that shit hurts so much
Sometimes I gotta cry
But I'ma brush that to
Side like McDonald's fries
Been down so long, bitch, we gotta ride
Yung Josh, bitch, that's who I idolize
And this verse finalize
Fuck all you haters fuck all you niggas
Fuck all the critics uh
I remember when I ain't had shit
Now I'm top floor, chop game with ya bitch
Coming with a plan so we can all get rich
Money in the bag, don't touch that shit
Get off my dick, chop game with ya bitch
40 in the whip in case you tryna hit a lick
H Town flow, let a young nigga spit
You talk a lot of shit
I hope you do it on a dick
Riding in the back, man, whip gettin' lit
Jack life forever, man, I love this shit
Counting up the paper
I don't love that bitch
You the type to love, kiss and hug that bitch
Got a whole sack, I wanna hug that bitch
Got a court date, I'm like fuck that shit
Hustle everyday just so I could pay the rent
Stick a nigga up for the paper real quick
Josh he an animal, I'm speaking real shit
Hop on the block and I'm bleeding that bitch
Cops know a nigga take risks
FaceTime with the plug and you
Know we talking bricks
No losses with the sack
I ain't taking no shit
Fifty-nine in the coupe and
I'm racing that shit
Got the top back, the block hating that shit
Got ya bitch with me, nigga hating that shit
Just pimped a new hoe but I hate that bitch
I'ma make that bitch then break that bitch
Pussy nigga talk, I don't play that shit
But if the pussy lips talk
Here's what I say to that shit
"Umm, is it mine?"
"Baby girl, is it mine?"
"I'm on probation can that
Pussy pay my fines?"
Baby if you making money
Then I'm making time
If the pussy don't pay me bills
Then don't say it's mine
Grilled up like Jay-Z in '89
And you broke niggas might as
Well make a sign
I can take a ugly bitch and make her fine
Since a youngin
I been turning pennies into dimes
We done went from eating Dennys to Benihan-
And we sipping on that act, a zip a line
I'm feeling like Shaq in '99
This the truth
Looking dead into the lion's eyes
And them boys say they hot
We on a higher high
If the nigga spreading lies then he gotta die
Me and my momma don't really see eye to eye
And that shit hurts so much
Sometimes I gotta cry
But I'ma brush that to
Side like McDonald's fries
Been down so long, bitch, we gotta ride
Yung Josh, bitch, that's who I idolize
And this verse finalize