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b**** Lyrics

I have no time to relax,
I tell a fine brock b**** you better get back.
Some hoes leave and they don't come back,
I tell 'em don't call b**** send me a fax.
b**** said "Nicky why you party so tough?"
I had to tell her "b**** ya don't party enough."
I like ta re-up b**** then re-up,
dry wit my knees when I roll weed up.
Don't ask me 'bout last night b**** its kinda blury,
but the morning walked in court wearin my jewelry.
My cell phone screams like a hot tea kettle.
b**** you can't even walk in those stilletos.
The way I hit the mall you can call me Mac-Mall.
Ball till I fall or at least 'till I'm gone.
I like my hair curled, I like my hat low,
ya ask where I'm from I like to say Fillmoe.
And that's real dough it connects like four,
when I walk in the club people open up doors.
Put more ice cream in that root beer float,
when I wear a white suit man it looks like c**e.
Rush south west for a fight at 12,
hit another city then give it hell.
A freak of mine got the jail in the bay,
I made a phone call got her out the same day.
I got the b**** out the Paris Hilton way.
Don't ask what I did cuz I never will say.
I split that blunt, I roll that blunt, I light that blunt now b**** what's up.
Some hoes in here said I was washed up,
same hoes tried ta git at me when I popped up.
Man I'm a bay cat don't wear a wave cat,
tell a bald head b**** yo look at my perm,
cut in line when its not my turn,
that's ok cuz I pay a lawfirm.
One mo time b**** look at my perm,
I dont have ta brag cuz it's better than yours.
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A Tale of Two Andres (2008)
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