Spark Master Tape — Pay Chekk

[E-40] She a flirt, she look like pet milk come out when she squirt She don’t believe in wearing panties under her skirt No bra under her shirt I like the way she twerk, I like the way she twerk I like the way, I like the way, I like the way she twerk I like the way she twerk, I like the way she twerk She don’t believe in wearing panties under her skirt Baby this your motivation Make your cheeks applaud like a standing ovation Got my dick hard like incarceration Let me buy you a drink, intostication, hello, uuaah Ain't nothing square about this hustler here man Give a chick a Chinese name One gone, Play head games But you want more, want more Get it real within your rear It's smacking yo mind, baby girl they call me Earl I rap and I rhyme but I used to sell that swirl That white, white, white candy cane and Mother of Pearl It's right, right, right bitch [Chorus] I said hey lil' momma, what’s the deal? Talk to me girl, I'ma keep it real I’ve been on you since you walked through the door Now drop it low like there's money on the floor [Spark Master Tape] Fuck Robin Hood, we robbin' hoods We move in silence, killers should We bang hard, we been high, no change man Fuck a job man, my CV say I gang bang Push a foreign whip, I fuck a foreign bitch Got a foreign couch, bitch I own a foreign house Pull a foreign clip, I got a foreign clique Got ya girl at the crib, she eat a foreign dick Pussy like a buffet, laid out like a duvet Ox' poppin' bunny, wanna fuck and film a movie She still clappin' that ass, ass, ass, ass, make bands with it Deep throat no hands wit it Spark beef, you gamblin She been peepin' the steez, bent down on knees Taught the bitch to go deep, it's that money shot ho, cheese All it All it take is a turbo for me to steal a Porsche I'm in the kitchen and that shit look like a ski resort I like the way she twerk, I like the way she twerk I like the way, I like the way, I like the way she twerk I like the way she twerk, I like the way she twerk She don’t believe in wearing panties under her skirt [Chorus] I said hey lil' momma, what’s the deal? Talk to me girl, I'ma keep it real I’ve been on you since you walked through the door Now drop it low like there's money on the floor [Dat Nigga Nug] Bitch drop that ass down to the pavement Like you shaking it for Satan Make money, make money, money uhhh! Tell your homegirl with the big 'ol butt Stop fronting, get the pussy up ho It's just me and the Spark Master Dropping out of spaceballs out of NASA Coming through fresher than your pastor I mean cooler than Alaska (ya like it?) Chevy sittin' way high up off the ground Blowing on piff I ain't coming down I used to move mids like the Migos And then I got bricks bitch I'm ?Nebo? Rolling up on shorty like, Wassup on my 40 I Got a couple dollars, I heard bands'l make her dance, bitch Bring a couple friends and, get some of this bread cause it's Paper Platoon, we the goons and we in I like the way she twerk, I like the way she twerk I like the way, I like the way, I like the way she twerk I like the way she twerk, I like the way she twerk She don’t believe in wearing panties under her skirt [Chorus] I said hey lil' momma, what’s the deal? Talk to me girl, I'ma keep it real I’ve been on you since you walked through the door Now drop it low like there's money on the floor [Sample: Oprah Winfrey & Michael Jackson] Why do you always grab your crotch? (giggle) Hey lil' momma, what’s the deal? [Spark Master Tape] x2 Paper Platoon, we blow loud In the club shit about to go down Paper goons, we rollin' out In the car blow they fucking brain out I like the way she twerk, I like the way she twerk I like the way, I like the way, I like the way she twerk I like the way she twerk, I like the way she twerk She don’t believe in wearing panties under her skirt Now I ain't never been a pussy motherfucker shit is simple Smile in the ocean, catch a bullet to ya dimples And two two your temple Force is instrumental, fuck a partner in crime my whole gang down to die for mine I been that killa gorilla Bumpin Pac and J dilla Fuck around and Turn your squad to the ending of Thriller I been a graveyard goon gang bangalangin hangin With my squad and my people yea Nug thats my people bruh For goons better misery and pain now we rising to the top like a burning flag we burn in flames