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Computer and chrome on the side, expressin to you all of the feelings in my chest, workin on that good dro
Blowin on some dro when i spit my money flow, rollin down the street on some shiny twenty-fo s
both of em lookin right
pullin up with chocolate fe s and redbones
La la la la la, i still love my peanut butter and my caramel girls And, computer and chrome on the side
Let the enemies see it good, i got love for my chocolate fe s and my redbones, blowin on some dro when i spit my money flow
And i m pullin up with somethin candy painted man, pullin up with chocolate fe s and redbones
Pullin up chocolate fe s and redbones, and the forks and the fo s go up
cause she think she the shit
or we can keep it ghetto while hang in the hood on the porch
blowin on some dro when i spit my money flow
Unless you got some twenty-fo s on the ride, blowin on some dro when i spit my money flow Fe's, pullin up with chocolate fe s and redbones
have you ever seen a light-skinned freak
Roll a swisher up and take it to the head, steady bendin through the block and i m tryin to find a ho, you know i love my chocolate fe s and my redbones
Pullin up with chocolate fe s and redbones, rollin down the street on some shiny twenty-fo s
why you always wanna whoop a nigga ass
Pullin up with chocolate fe s and redbones, now come take a look at miss black
Standin out on madison screamin out, you ain t never seen no motherfucker pimp like me And, pullin up with chocolate fe s and redbones
cause she s spoiled but she s still my bitch
Chubby thug ballin in the white tee, cause she think she the shit
When she starts sweatin she s like a hershey bar, la la la la la
Rollin down the street on some shiny twenty-fo s, blowin on some dro when i spit my money flow Redbones, paint job can make you look like butter rollin but you ain t rollin
La la la la la, look at lil red
one two three
I still love my peanut butter and my caramel, la la la la la
look at lil red
blowin on some dro when i spit my money flow
both of em lookin right
steady bendin through the block and i m tryin to find a ho
Rollin down the street on some shiny twenty-fo s, or we can keep it ghetto while hang in the hood on the porch