Fresh, Mannie Filmography

• The Roaches (2006)
• Ego Trip's Race-O-Rama (2005)
• Hardware: Uncensored Music Videos - Hip Hop Volume 1 (2003)
• Hip Hop Babylon 2 (2003)
• Rap Files Vol. 1 (2003)
• The 1999 Source Hip-Hop Music Awards (1999)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• We Fresh - Mannie Fresh
• Waynes Takeover 2 - Mannie Fresh
• Waynes Takeover - Mannie Fresh
• Real Big - Mannie Fresh
• Pussy Power - Mannie Fresh
• How We Ride - Mannie Fresh
• Go With Me - Mannie Fresh
• Conversation - Mannie Fresh
• Chubby Boy - Mannie Fresh
• Bald Headed Hoes - Mannie Fresh

[Verse 1:]
Call me Mannie the great fresh is how I stay
New Orleans the city 7th ward the place
Got a gang of money and a bunch of women
They rubbing on my belly cause I'm country pimp
Now every time I drive it's hella bright inside
That's that hi-defintion tv light inside
And every time I ride nina under the seat
I don't want no trouble and trouble don't want me
I can walk the streets with my adidas on
Just a chubby ass nigga wife beater on
Pimp the gangsta kangol lean it to the right
And your girl like an addict cause she really want the pipe
And I like to drink she prefer to puck
And she like to have sex I prefer to fuck
And I'm a tell you once I ain't gone tell you again
I'm just lookin for some pussy that I can fall in cause
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dude fell off, Then you fell off, Then he fell off, and then the weak fell off
But Wayne's well off and Mannie's well off and the Family's well off
Ay we Cash Money
We stay fre fresh err Fresh
Every day we fre fresh err Fresh
In every way we fre fresh err Fresh
We so heavy we fresh we so err Fresh
[Verse 2:]
I'm in that new SS with the chrome pipes
Or the Hauly truck you know towing the bikes
And don't stare at me wrong if you know I'm right
I'm like fuck a player hater and your ho I might
Wanna take me to war I call G.I. Joe
While G.I. Jane still giving me brain
I don't ever complain I'm to cool for that
Got the Polo Sport Edition wth the shoes to match
I got the blue to black got the white, the red
Got the parachute pants with the pockets big
I don't half step, I don't half ass
I want half check and half cash
When it comes to the tracks I'm a bad man
So if the rap don't sell I still got my hands
Got your girl in the club tyring to do my dance
While I whisper in her ear could you do my mans when
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dude fell off, Then you fell off, Then he fell off, and then the weak fell off
But Wayne's well off and Mannie's well off and the Family's well off
Ay we Cash Money
We stay fre fresh err Fresh
Every day we fre fresh err Fresh
In every way we fre fresh err Fresh
We so heavy we fresh we so err Fresh
[Verse 3:]
I represent the S like I've been doing so long
Now every hood in America know all my songs
Call me super producer a loveable lovely
I call her when you gone cause I like how she rub me
I shoot straight over play times over
Cobra all in your waistline told ya
Keep it gangsta, keep it real
Sittin low in a coupe yeah coupe deville
I'm a baller baby that baby ballin
I don't mean to brag but I'm straight regardless
All white chevy gravy guts
With the stashbox pimpin yeah custom deluxe
Shorty let your hair out convertible air out
I got the same wheel in my 5th wheel spare mount
Mannie Fresh my truck expands
And I'm a downtown nigga with my nuts in my hand cause
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dude fell off, Then you fell off, Then he fell off, and then the weak fell off
But Wayne's well off and Mannie's well off and the Family's well off
Ay we Cash Money
We stay fre fresh err Fresh
Every day we fre fresh err Fresh
In every way we fre fresh err Fresh

[Lil Wayne]
Alright that nigga gone, man fuck that nigga, man fuck that
Fabe, go through all this nigga's Pro Tools
First beat you pick, I'm slaughterin this niggaz shit
Cause B done already called me and told me
Man go to that studio, Fuck what Fresh doin
Tell Fresh let you get on that shit and kill that shit
Fresh told me no, I can't go back to B til B knows so Fabe
Pick a song and I'm going off, lets do it
Oh yeah, Lock the doors to the booth man
Don't let Mannie in man, bout to kill this nigga's album
Ya understand me? Birdman Jr
Weezy F-Baby
Please say Baby 1 7 Holygrove Gangus street
Cash Money Records
Get down and lay down
Lie down and die down
Bitch nigga
I thought you knew
Rapper with guns
[Lil Wayne]
Get me that piffy, I'm higher than my attire
I float like I spit through the fryer
I-uh sniffin cocaine is some fire
I-uh get to buy money out the dryer
Ridah in the five buggy, slim tires
Tryin to find a try to light Jeremaih
They call me Weezy F-Baby
Women wanna suck all on my pacifier
and if she tell ya she didn't, homie thats a liar
You see me passin by ya, More like flashin
Lights, Camera but I'm more like Action
So get your back into it, Stop acting
Cause we bring pistons to the balls
Cool cat, wind breezin through my whiskers
Hurry, speed up, hater you just missed us
I just twisted something
Birdman Jr. swoop down on ya bitch like whats up with cha
Walk to me, that's real
We on that Shrek, I met her neck like let's chill
When we ridin in my SL, she give me more tongue, less grill
My yellow diamonds give you spit nigga bitch yield
And that tooley gets saluted or I'll shoot it Yeah
I kidnap the boss, make the click squeal
Got you out of position like Sheffield in left field
Call me when its gangsta nigga
[Mannie Fres]
Yo...what the fuck is goin on over there
Ya'll think I don't know what the fuck goin on, I got ears all over
Dude I know you on my album cursin
Talkin bout cuttin bitches and killin motherfuckers and murkin motherfuckers
I don't want that dude right now
I'm out here with full bar bitches
I got a spanish bitch, a chinese bitch
A vietnamese, what are you baby, whatever the fuck she is
and this other bitch
and we doin like this five-some thing
and whatever and y'all over there talking bout killing motherfuckers
Wayne, what is your mamas number dude I'm gonna call your mama
and tell her whats goin on with you
Dude you never used to curse brah
Now you just all fucked up with this shit
I'm pissed off dude, I'm really pissed off wit you brah
I told you my album is about loving, huggin, holding hands, fuckin, and all that kinda shit
No, no thats it, I don't want you anymore on my album dude
I just got you for a chorus and we over with

[Lil Wayne]
Shh...Say Fabe...Say Fabe
Look, Fresh done went to the bathroom
This your boy Weezy baby
Ya already know
He ain't want me rappin on his album
Cause I be talkin bout that gun slangin, that murderin
Them bitches, bitches havin kids, bitches fuckin bitches
Bitches fuckin other bitches' bitches
and the other bitch getting mad and stab that bitch in the club
and he gotta drag that bitch out
Look, he ain't want none on that on his album
He wanna write about lovin and huggin people
And Hey lady you look so fine
And I mean...you know what I'm saying
I ain't trying to downgrade nobody, nah nuttin like that
But this nigga need some spittin on here
So I can come on this motherfucker and flame it out
So somebody could cut this motherfucker on
He comin?, Cut my shit on
Yeah uhh..Yeah uhh
Weezy F-Baby
Fresh, uhh tell him call me when its gangsta
Yeah, Birdman Jr
Fresh yeah, call me when its gangsta man
Yeah
[Lil Wayne]
I'm on fire, Shorty so raw
I just may be Columbian so I'm higher
Washed up niggaz, I will tumble ya, double-dry ya
I bubble gum and spit jumbalya
I'm fresh up out the kitchen with that Richard Pryor
Yeah I keep your stomach rumble quiet
Holla, Prior to me getting money, I was gettin money
See, everytime I hit the pen, I bungee like a spungee
I ain't playin like Tony Dungy
Sayin all ya'll is lunchmeat to the hungry
Better watch your pot roast when I'm on me, I'm nothing nice
like something like running through blazing pistols with a fucking knife
I'm fresh to death, I need a fucking life
She say her man wrong, so she gonna suck me right
I'm like fucking right, I got my two-shooter, that mean I'm fucking twice
[Lil Wayne]
Bang Bang
Whoo..it was hard
Look at our journey
But I got here, I made it on the album people
It's Weezy
Thank you Fresh
[Mannie Fresh]
Look, Wayne
I told you brah
No merkin, No murderin
No bitches stabbin bitches
No bulletwounds
None of that kinda shit
No fuckin body with over 12 tattoos and all that shit on this motherfuckin album
This is some beautiful wholesome loving kind type stuff
If you can't go by them rules, get the fuck on dude

House real-BIG,
Cars real-BIG,
Belly real-BIG,
Everything real-BIG...
Rims real-BIG,
Pockets real-BIG,
Range real-BIG,
Let me tell u how i live...
Like that? buy that!
24's - ride that
Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps...
Mommas, daddys, stunnas, shinahs...
I'm Rich-bitch! I'm a fucking big tyma!
King of the hood,
Everything wood,
Look like a forest N dah truck and I'm'ma put..
Matchin soakin set, big open deck,
Hardwood floors, anythang that connect from the front to the back
Drop top that
Six-15's beatin hard in the deck
Push that button
Microwave oven
I'm just gettin started pimp u aint seen nothin
Is that a fish tank burrowed in the mid of the dash
Yeah Pimp' dont put ur fingers on my glass
Got a two lane bowlin' alley up in the truck
And in the other side of the bed
Yeah she wanna get stuff
Clap off lights when u gettin affection
Clap on lights when u findin protection
Now where in the wide (wiiiide) world of gator
Can u find another truck with a plush elevator
House real BIG,
Cars real BIG,
Belly real BIG,
Everything real BIG...
Rims real BIG,
Pockets real BIG,
Range real BIG,
Let me tell u how i live...
Like that - buy that
24's - ride that
Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps...
Mommas, daddys, stunnas, shinahs...
I'm Rich-bitch! I'm a fucking big tyma!
Here i come soo soo riiiide (right on)
And the shoes soo soo wiiiide (dynamite)
Hey yall peep the outfit
Wait a minute, hold up!, just a bit-
(back up workin with a monstah)
Now everybody knows, who gots the shiness clothes
Yall still doing lil league, and I'm in dah pros
And white boys go wow hes my idol (rad!)
And black boys say dude holdin the title
As the king of the south
Workin in and out
And duece, still pimp white teed up in his mouth
I'm the truth from the roots, shorty what u wanna see
Mayn i aint gotta get money mayn, money gett me
Yeah pimpin' still blindin (bliiing!)
Keep'a steve harvey linin' (edge it up)
And I'm'ma leather reclinin (lay back)
Put the music alpinin' , turn it up (BOOM!!BOOM!!)
House real BIG,
Cars real BIG,
Belly real BIG,
Everything real BIG...
Rims real BIG,
Pockets real BIG,
Range real BIG,
Let me tell u how i live...
Like that - buy that
24's - ride that
Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps...
Mommas, daddys, stunnas, shinahs...
I'm Rich-bitch! I'm a fucking big tyma!
Mooooove!!!!!! lil one, i aint playin'
Landin in the projects in'na big jet plane (rollout!)
In a old blue chevy van
Have your baby momma cookin,rookie- cuz i can't
Man dude on the real??
Broad jocka stunna grillman dude on the real??
Broad jocka stunna grill
I'm about to clown
Puttin it down-yall'
Spin my gutt
So i can show yall shorties how to do donuts
Round and round and round (skirr--skuurr)
This is the part where i give my phone number to all the girls thats hott
Dial 9-7-6, that outside stick, or 8-7-4, shorty show me how it goes
Now how u ever seen a bitch trans truck like that
Now have u ever seen a big broad butt like that (wow)
Pah'dunka-dunk all out of her pants....
With a bow legged cowboys dance (yeeeehaaw!!!)
House real big
Cars real big
Belly real big
Everything real big
Rims real big
Pockets real big
Rings real big
Let me tell u how i live
Like that buy that
24's ride that
Ladeez gentlement gangstas pimps
Mommas daddys stunnas shinahs

Now I have had alot of rings
Had the flashiest chains (uh)
And then plaitnum songs (uh)
But nothing compares to what you have in your thong
You got pussy power, work your muscle babe
You got pussy power, work your muscle babe
You got pussy power, work your muscle babe
You got pussy power, work your muscle babe
Now I have hung out with stars (what)
Had the flashiest cars (uh)
Drunk Crissy from the bars (yea)
But nothing compares to what you have in your draws
You got pussy power, work your muscle babe
You got pussy power, work your muscle babe
You got pussy power, work your muscle babe
You got pussy power, work your muscle babe (uh yea)
I'm hot I'm horny
I need it I want it put it on me
I'm hot I'm horny
I need it I want it put it on me
She got pussy power, work your muscle babe
You got pussy power, work your muscle babe
You got pussy power, work your muscle babe
You got pussy power, work your muscle babe
You get me hot, and heated
I'm gonna give ya my money if you need it
You get me hot, and heated
I'm gonna give ya my money if you need it
I'm ghetto, you hood
I'm gonna give ya what you want cuz your pussy good
I'm ghetto, you hood
I'm Gonna give ya what you want cuz your pussy good
She got pussy power, work your muscle babe
You got pussy power, work your muscle babe
You got pussy power, work your muscle babe
You got pussy power, work your muscle babe
What's next, flex, bend down low
Shorty bust it wide open then pick it up slow
What's next, flex, bend down low
Shorty bust it wide open then pick it up slow
From America to China
Playa all I love is vagina
From America to China
Playa all I want is vagina
If you keep your pussy tight (uh huh)
Then your man will do right (yea)
If you keep your pussy tight (sho nuff)
Then your man will do right
If you got pussy skills (yea)
Then your man will pay the bills (uh huh)
If you got pussy skills (what up)
Then your man will pay the bills
She got pussy power, work your muscle babe
You got pussy power, work your muscle babe
You got pussy power, work your muscle babe
You got pussy power, work your muscle babe
[Mannie talking]
Ok lets make some comparisons right now
Your motherfucking shoes dusty as a motherfucker
Her shoes brand new, that's pussy power
She is round this bitch with another bitch kissing in the club her and another bitch
That's pussy power, turn another bitch to another bitch
Your stupid ass in your house hot as a mother fucker air conditioner not working
Nothing working and you talking about you love her
That's pussy power because you spent money with her
Looking at your mother fucking head, your hairdo all fucked up
And this bitch got like 12 stacks in her head, old school bitch
She got like stacks on the left, stacks on the right, thats pussy power you heard
You round this bitch telling your friends you know you will co-sign on her house
Get your credit get all swamped and shit, let the hoe use your name and all that kind of shit
Your motherfucking checkbook got her name on it, not your fucking name
That's pussy power

[Intro: Mannie Fresh]
Yeah
Ya drive a Chevy now
Yeah, I'm ready now
The car's stolen baby
But I'm rollin baby
[Hook: Jasper]
Cadillacs to Cutlass
Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets
We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's)
Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's)
Cadillacs to Cutlass
Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets
We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's)
Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's)
[Verse 1: David Banner]
I got a big '67 'Lac Coupe DeVille
Mississippi on the tag, man that wood on the wheel
That motherfucka change colors like a lizard and shit
55 ridin south, gettin head from a bitch
Matter fact, yo bitch, nigga love it and check it
She like leather to the ass, so I love to ride naked
Right, bang her in the pussy, baby how that feel?
Left hand, swangin free, grippin wood on the wheel
Then I smack her on the ass man, and jump in the Regal
I got some hoes 'cross the river, all up in west, wiggle
Ready to twurk, pop it sick somethin, do it for daddy
I get back, later on ya bitch is washin my Caddy
Spit-shine, waxed up, Armor-All on the tire
Ran the hoes down the throat, cause that mouth so fire
That's where a nigga ride, in the south
You taste a nigga dick, every time you shove ya tongue in her mouth
Ya weak bitch!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Say man, I'm in the deuce, in the quarter
Fuck with juice, smoke, and water
Actin bad with'cha daughter
Like a real nigga ought'a
What her-what her momma taught her
Keep ya boys toes curled up
But man she be-man she be fuckin ya boy world up
I'm thowed in the streets
I'm thow-thowed in the game
I rock-rock bizintine
Stay blow-blowed in the brain
I'm grippin-grippin on the grain
Like a real south-sider
I bounce and swang-bounce and swang down on them spiders
Partna you think you know, but playa you mistakin
You knew ya seen-knew ya seen the candy paint cakin
Bump back-bump back and recline, trunk-trunk open wide
Woofer-woofer beat'cha dome, it's a-it's about to go
Chrys'a-Chrys' about to po'
You know we-know we got the g's
Real-real "Big Tymers", all a-all about the cheese
So gon-gon' show ya tattoos, and ya gold tooth
We screamin-screamin "Free Pimp C", and flaggin out the roof baby
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mannie Fresh (Screwed voice)]
Four-fifty-four (Big-block, red stripes-stripes)
Comin through this bitch with them loud ass pipes-pipes
(Any nigga wanna come and get it) Please-please
Breeze by yo ass, with the motherfuckin ease
In the middle of the dark and Interstate sparkin
Call-induction opened up, carbuerator barkin
Pass by the crowd, music real loud
(Every-every thang in my cd-changer for the sound)
Then I do it real good, diamonds on the wood
Oh pissy-ass, sissy-ass lame wish he could
Ride like that, "Diamond in the Back"
Moon-roof top, Brougham Cadillac
Then I pass in my Cut' dawg, screamin out (Fuck y'all)
Roll down the window, hey! Let a pimp pluck off
Acious Clacious Clay has returned
In a Super-Sport Chevy with' a ultra-perm, woo!

I'ma ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball
[Verse 1]
This is it y'all
The shit y'all
Niggaz grab your dicks y'all
Ladies in your best outfits y'all
Killa fa shilla
Slash pimp plus dealer
Nobody realer
On the manilla
Just call me cute face
Chubby waist
Back back gimme space
Not another motherfucking celebrity murder case
Pimpin', Kobe in trouble
Michael back in his bubble
And my baby mama back
To actin just like the devil
I just can't believe
They smoked up all of my weed
Pmipin' they just don't want
To see me achieve
Man nothing at all
Got my back on the wall
But I'ma ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Come on and go with me
Walk through the store with me
And you can get about a hundred pair of shoes
Really looking good
She represent her hood
I'm digging her she digging me
And it's understood
That we could be a couple
My name up in her butthole
Check me out
Wipe me down
I'm a pimp nukka
Chevrolet doors
Put some mink on them floors
She put the Gucci sandals
With the jeans
Diamonds all on her toes
[Verse 2]
I know you lovin my car
Holly-hood superstar
And it's golds to these hoes
Who don't know who I are
I'm the leader my group
Keep some weed in my coupe
And I only let the baddest bitches
Up in my loot
Hey check out my shoes
And I still ride them trues
You can call me a crip
Cause I give hoes the blues
And I got your baby mother
And I front her little brother half
OZ's from my keys
And he let me cut her
Right down the middle
And she lovin my pickle
When we ride around town
On the back of my 'sikul
Thirteen hundred fo sho
Thought you niggaz should know
Wipe me down young pimpin
When you walk through the door
Push the five series, six series
Seven and eight
All different colors man
How you gonna hate
What the fuck
Put my finger up
And I'ma stand tall
Ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Baby]
See I feel ya Fresh
Aint nothing but the hand
Let's go through these niggaz neighborhood
In sedan DeVilles
Nigga
With that gun in my hand
Blowin that mary jane nigga
With the ice like damn (DAMN!)
If you know what I'm sayin
I'm the Birdman bitch
I'm in that Caddy on them twenty two's
Alligator seats
The Benz or the Beamer coupe
It's all easy
Lil Weezy just came through (what's up shorty?)
It's nothin to a playa, bitch
Just do you
And stop hatin before I hit you with this chrome piece
Nigga because the block is mine
And I don't give a motherfuck
I'ma tote my iron (Believe that)
Or better yet
I hit the hood and grind
In candy paint
Wipe me down
Red gold on shine
Well I'm a hood rich real nigga
Flyer than ever
Stunna and Mannie Fresh
We gon get this cheddar (One)

Hey, there shawty you looking kinda good
Put ya' Gucci frames on girl represent ya' hood
Hey, how you doing? You kinda cute too
Smelling like cool water in, yo' pinacle boots
See I get my hair cut and I get my nails done
Everybody know my name and baby, where I'm from
See they treat me like the Mayor
Some say that I'm a player, I'm a high noon tycoon, sexy lady slayer
Damn, dude, please, I'm all about the cheese
You push it old school I dangle Mercedes keys
Ya' bad credit having ass need to be ashamed
With everything in, yo' mama name everybody know
Now I'ma tell the truth we ain't got to fuss
I don't own a car, pimping ride the bus
But you looking mighty good, yea, I'm kinda hot
Girl, we can get it on, boy, go an do da wop
Wop wid it, wop da, wop wit it
Wop wid it, wop da, wop wit it
Bang, bang, bang, bang, ba, bang, oh
Bang, bang, bang, bang, ba, bang, oh
Work sum, twurk sum, get it girls
Work sum, twurk sum, get it girls
Rock wit it and look back at it
I said, roll wit it and look back at it, c'ommon
You say, you doing good but you could be better
Roll with a pimp number one trend setter
Ya, man is a cream puff, boy, you don't know him
Well, do he buy you nice stuff? Shut up, he's still growing
Enough about him, let's talk about us
Take ya, time Shawty, baby, I ain't in a rush
Slow motion with it if ya let me hit it
I get ya right every night put the ocean in it
I got a posture-pedic, heart-shaped water bed
Sheet might be satin and the pillows look suede
Yea, girl I know how to getcha, I got a 54 inch flat screen picture of me
Standing by a tree with some kackhi dickies on in a white tee
And I like the way you move, I like the way you step
We could get it going, we go and do the prep
Prep wit it, prep da, prep wit it, prep wit it
Prep wit it, right to left wit it, prep wit it
Go an' break it down show 'em what you working with
Go an' break it down shake it like a earthquake
Smurf wit it, smurf da, smurf wit it, jerk wit it
Smurf wit it, smurf da, smurf wit it [Inaudible]
Now do the soul clap, now do the soul clap
Now do the soul clap, now do the soul clap
The club is packed, the night is young
For real baby girl, I'm trying to make you the one
You're the one, one, one, one, one
Put ya' finger in it and you having fun girl, well, I
Been looking at you from across the spot
My legs start shaking and my body get hot
Hey, I need relations can't fight the temptations
Well, this just conversation ain't gon' be no penetration
Now wait a minute, hold up baby, get it straight
I ain't gotta be yo' man, we don't even gotta date
But we almost at the end of the song
The club 'bout to close let a player bring you home
Shawty drop it like its hot, pick it up and make it pop
Now go down to the floor take ya' time work it slow
Keep it right there daddy I'ma bounce that
When you want it, how you want it, make it bounce back
Come on and back it up, back to, back it up, oh
Back it up, back to, back it up, oh
Come on rock wit it and look back at it
I said, roll wit it and look back at it, c'mon
Now slide and do the waterfall
Now slide and let the rain come down
Slide and do the waterfall
Now slide and let the rain come down
Get some, get some, get some
Get some, get some, get some
Now tighten up wit it, tighten up wit it
Tighten up wit it, tighten up, tighten up
Wam da, wam da, wam, wam da, wam, oh
Wam da, wam da, wam, wam da, wam, oh
Man I'm tired I don't even
Do da running man, I do da running man
I do da running man, I do da running man
Now, do da bunny hop, I do da bunny hop
I do da bunny hop, I do da bunny hop

Yeah yeah yeah....
I got 'em sayin
[Chorus x2]
Go chubby boy, make the block hot
Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop
[Verse 1]
I'm the reason why them niggaz cookin all of that crack
I'm the reason why that nigga gotta gun in yo back
I'm the season, why, pimpin gotta step out fly
When you do it how you do it, don't you do it so tight
Cause I told you, set you down, hold you
2 million, 3 million, 4 million showed you
Crackin gator boots, platinumized boots
Dr. Pepper can colored turbo coupes (Skert)
Homie pimpin' is alive and it's doin so well
Homie pimpin' puttin big long dick in ya gal
Still Chevrolet doors, mink on the floors
And the bank account nigga filled wit so many o's
Nobody rush me off, nigga dust me off
I'm a motherfucking pimp playa trust me dawg
Jam hoes in lambo's outside of the club
Than step up in that thing and tell them niggaz what's up
[Chorus x4]
Go chubby boy, make the block hot
Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop
[Verse 2]
I got a brand new benz and it's heiniken green
In the front license plate read pussy machine
The most beautifulest thing shorty you've ever seen
Pimpin sew it where you show it nigga fresh and so clean
I'm the reason why young niggaz up they game
Plenty many bad bitches say they glad I came
I'm a legend in the bricks, playa check it fa real
Downtown mean mug nigga hard ta kill
Shorty shinnin ain't nuttin but a lil bitty thang
Three-hundred sixty-five diamonds beamin up in the ring
I'm the man girlfriend, got more money than them
Lea, Paul, Lil Carl and that nigga wit them
Oh so called "D" boy, stunnin fu gazy
In the hood say your lil girl look like baby
I'm the reason why niggaz gotta get up and get it
Right white one's playa wit the shirt and the fittie
[Chorus x4]
Go chubby boy, make the block hot
Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop
[Verse 3]
When I come through your city they go who is that
Young fella pimpin yella in a yellow Maybach
Nigga I came to show my chain, hardcore to the bling
Playa let's go inside where the bitches at [ruff]
Let me see it, pussy nigga, couldn't be it
If ya get it like ya say ya get it, nigga 10 a ki it
Cut the whole cake down, flood out the town
Service cocaine, rogaine, x and that brown
Buy the new 7 playa, push on them hatas
Step out witcha left out, homie steppin in gators
I ain't reppin crystal that's a bunch of bullshit
Y'all ain't give a nigga nuttin', suck a niggaz dick
Than I open up my coat let her see what I tote
If a nigga feelin frog than it's murder she wrote
Hotter than Maimi in the month of July
Got your girl dick ridin', chubby boy still fly
[Chorus x4]
Go chubby boy, make the block hot

It’s a biggy bee bald headed hoes bubble gums
Can’t …three .. ahead .. from the mother fucking front
I smell kitty fish .. rat pi .. bitch looking like a pussy itch
Hoe you are a mess get that hair up your chest
Drop that shit down and make your ass a burn …
Nothing on a top patches on a side bitch look like a globe
So we call a world wide bald headed hoes
I see some bald headed hoes I see I see
It’s a God damn shame .. make up your .. nails donw
Bitch you got no iq you got … across the .. shorty ..
My time my show … bald headed hoes
What you see what you see
You all just leave us alone bald headed hoes …
You all just leave us alone bald headed hoes …
You and I Nicky night show like Beyonce
.. fuck on first date I love .. I still wouldn’t fuck you
Bald headed hoes ..i was ready .. saw your ass …
Any bitch say she is a model ..
Stay at your mother .. get a job bitch
.. bald headed hoes
What you see what you see
bald headed hoes