life in fcp - tommy wright iii lyrics
[intro: tommy wright iii]
yeah, tommy wright is a junt
meet the four corners hustlaz
i think it’s bout time that
four corner hustlaz hook up with my side of four corners
and make something back
[verse 1: mac-t]
pimpin teen, blunt through my family b-tch it can’t scare me
females out for cheese but all hoes get is the d-ck
meat insert in her mouth, got much clout
hoe just get up off my nuts
smack a b-tt, f-ck a sl-t
got these b-tches sewed up
ain’t no shame, can’t be lame
i’m so hip to the f-ckin’ game
mista g, from the street, dirty as i wanna be
n-gg-s getting p-ssed cause your b-tch is on me
while you’re creepin’ with the (???)
love that b-tch, all you want
don’t love a b-tch to the f-cking [dip?]
pretty boy mac, spray like that
b-tches don’t know how to act
hammer things, smack her wit a (?) on my f-cking (?)
p to the r to the e to the double t, y pimpin multiply
n-gg- you confused, what i was sayin’
pretty n-gg- pimpin’ ain’t gon’ ever die
cheese i stack, spray like that
(?) pimp, show you right
(???) off the sh-t that i spit, mane like dynamite
b-tch (???) got what i want what i get, mane drop it off
for f-ckin with a n-gg- junt get your feelings hurt
(???)
[hook: tommy wright iii]
don’t you wanna go to four corners?
don’t you wanna take a trip with da four corners hustlas?
[verse 2]
ridin in a (?) thang
don’t to see 10 wanted men deep
now we got we what it takes
cause i’m part of the four corners family
got no love, for them hoes
makin’ them ends in all them b-tches
note to see if i die i’m going straight to dog heaven
pretty boy in this pimpin’ where my n-gg-s rollin’ up a blunt?
stayin’ high is a must
keepin them mothaf-ckin’ junt
pimpin these b-tches and breaking them down
when i’m high as h-ll don’t make me clown
drinkin on some alize and sipping on some f-cking crown
b-tches comin’ up to me
talking about my brown -ss
[she?] starts to fiend but getting pimped in the f-cking meanwhile
d is standing for a dog and o is standing for official
g is standing for the g in me
i’m pimping these b-tches and comin’ clean
live in four corners and cashing yo check
ain’t gots to wonder which hoe is this
special recognize just what i said
i’m a play her then i’m leave her dead
[hook: tommy wright iii]
don’t you wanna go to four corners, pimpinville?
don’t you wanna see what four corners look like?
don’t you wanna go with the four corners hustlaz?
pretty boy mac, mac og
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