so tight Just scratch me up and make it right I'm caught up in your flow tonight So you can transform my world Pam, the funkstress, you're so tight
re so tight Just scratch me up and make it right I'm caught up in your flow tonight So you can transform my world Pam The Funkstress You're so tight Just
Me Tight Hold Me Tight Hold Me Tight Hold Me Tight Hug Me Right Hold Me Tight Hold Me Tight Hug Me Right Hold Me Tight Hold Me Tight Hold Me Tight Hold Me Tight
a match, catch a fire, any moment I decide That's enough of all your lies, boy, your buzz just died Step inside, super fly, to the shoes in they coupe
never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup
might as well shine together Better now than never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
than never, business before pleasure (The mic is loud, but the beats isn't loud) P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
cop, why not, we last niggas on your block Last standin', coked up, we fucked up Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the trunk - Lex Coupe I'll leave a nigga
Wayne] yep she got it coming to her like an heiress, and anything she want I Will like Farris, oops i meant ferris and in the coupe i tint very light
out, gotta get it right back I trap by day boy, rap by night, C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight [Hook] [T-Mo Goodie] I'm pimp tight
350 bringin on in the weeks news And no I don't shoot, I swoop in my Coupe Skrilla for realla my nigga, so whatcha wanna do? Do you want to fuck around
yo', head cracked, bang-o, see dough Benzino, black Al Pacino Fly to Reno, meet T at casino (yeah) All night, we get head all night Hold tight, shorty
my crib last night and said, "Damn, I wanna rob myself" [Chorus 2x] I'm a million dolla nigga (Wanna rob myself) I'm in the coupe windows clear (Wanna
you was too big you wouldn't even look I ain't mad you ain't notice 'til I got wit a group But even den it wasn't nothin' less I got in a coup Started
me who want war Coke on the glass table, some rock vodka Dutchie rolled, soaked 'n' quevlow gold Ma swag is up, ma bars in tight The house, the bitches
you can do it too young love I know niggaz are like there's no returning When I bought that white five-fifth So white that the coke heads just might try sniff I ordered the Phantom Coupe
out, I'm out to parlay you Fritos One chip off the block, so bust it down, bust the sound Exciting as a big zap I frighten those biting when Lord jabber tighten when tighten
deposits till I fuckin' faint, New Orleans, nigga how about them fuckin' Saints, It's tight on our end call that Bubba Franks, Matter fact it's too tight
