two12's - premo rice lyrics
[hook: premo rice]
huh, just a young street player
watch me pull up in that motherf*ckin’ benz
with a stripper and her friends
gold shinin’ like my motherf*ckin’ rims
them b*tches got the ass
they bring the money bags if you throw the cash
designer struttin’ on the ave
player pullin’ off the lot in paper tags
[verse 1: curren$y]
keep it 100, without me you’d be nothing
i’m all b*ttons, top down motor runnin’
they get mad when they see what you becoming
so i stay below radar, training hard
don’t take a day off
industry fools be trying to play ball, i’m okay yall
i’d rather keep it how it is, y’all way over there
i’m chillin’ over here in my garage
impalas categorized by the year
chronological, i got it honest, too, i promise
tonight, she flyin’ in from the bahamas
i play the crib and sent the driver
text me once you got her
she facetime me all day, was ridin’
but i still declined it
[hook: premo rice]
huh, just a young street player
watch me pull up in that motherf*ckin’ benz
with a stripper and her friends
gold shinin’ like my motherf*ckin’ rims
them b*tches got the ass
they bring the money bags if you throw the cash
designer struttin’ on the ave
player pullin’ off the lot in paper tags
[verse 2: premo rice]
yeah, uber full of thots
i’ma check something
got these b*tches on the rocks
i’ma lay my mack down ’til your heart stop
sergio velour suit with the gucci socks
i’m a young n*gga ridin’ wood dash
please don’t think that i ain’t eatin’ ’cause my sh*t ain’t broadcast
(stupid ho)
i straight spazz, give your b*tch a hall pass
don’t be sorry ho, be careful, b*tch we makin’ hard cash
don’t play around, you know me
work with the work, double time i’m ot
(i’m ot, do that sh*t)
all the hoochies blow me
pimpin’ ain’t dead ‘less you work for police
(for police, do that sh*t)
call me mr. big stuff
link with the mink, cartiers, the big buffs
(the big buffs, do it rice)
milli’s makin’ sh*t shake
p make it dance, spitta countin’ real cake
[hook: premo rice]
huh, just a young street player
watch me pull up in that motherf*ckin’ benz
with a stripper and her friends
gold shinin’ like my motherf*ckin’ rims
them b*tches got the ass
they bring the money bags if you throw the cash
designer struttin’ on the ave
player pullin’ off the lot in paper tags
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