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Pin the Tail

Bird gang Club Banger

Tryin' to holla at you shorty

One focus, one focus only

Tryin' to hit that thang, let's goWe make hits in the studio nightly

We out trying to get this money

We take trips in the winter in jet planes

To climates where it's sunnyWe got mami on the dance floor

Grindin' to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly

But at the end of the day, we feelin' to play

I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkeyIt goes yes, yes yo, fresh to death balla

You can play hard, under pressure I'm stoned

We playin' tight D, I'm in the paint like a G

Some say they gangstas but they ain't like meCame from an environment, came I was firin'

Then hit the dealers see the range I was buyin'

Don't test drive like a whole whip like you should

Shoving up pies, a whole whip that you shouldThen take the proceeds, waist about four G's

Bottles in the club tryin' to get the home and skeez

I'm tryin' to get the dame to breeze

But she putting up a fight like Layla AliI told the lady I'll be doin' the turnpike 80 in the fly V

Middle name 40 on the wrist

Last name you can't afford me bitch

Get a camcorder bitchWe make hits in the studio nightly

We out trying to get this money

We take trips in the winter in jet planes

To climates where it's sunnyWe got mami on the dance floor

Grindin' to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly

But at the end of the day, we feelin' to play

I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkeyCases of pure, ros

Look like Picasso painted on the bottles

We throwin' money, we lookin' like lotto's

I could cover chicks with cheese like nachosFly out the cove, land in the heat where

New York to Miami bitch

Bitch, I'm in the life of a hood star, rock star without the guitar

Got em' all rubbin' they bitch braGot em' all shakin' their tush like

I'ma givin' 'em a taste of the good life

But I give 'em a taste of the good liquor, a taste of the good bud

Next thing you know she'll be tastin' my goodI get money be quiet, you talkin' to the jolly green giant

I see it, I like it, I buy it

Baby I'm flyer then a pilot

Flyin' at his highest, climb itWe make hits in the studio nightly

We out trying to get this money

We take trips in the winter in jet planes

To climates where it's sunnyWe got mami on the dance floor

Grindin' to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly

But at the end of the day, we feelin' to play

I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkeyWhere are my homies? Up to no good

Where are my homies? Yup I'm so hood

What up pimpin', pimpin', I'm exempt already

See my hoes are like my plates, temporaryAct nil you beat it, move on strategic

The marbles man, yup the floors are heated

Cam half pound a quart a kid better ask 'round

I'm sorta needed mack rounds you're deceitedIn the 90's, Z3, BB's

Now in the crib the TVs watch TVs

Killen Killen, mo killen and then a kitty purrs

Fuck furs, his and hers, Bentley spursGun talk, real talk, speak mack to mack

We like the Pistons, Bulls, you know back to back

Mazirattis back to back, come ride wit me

On 11 hundred, not the pipe, two five fiftiesWe make hits in the studio nightly

We out trying to get this money

We take trips in the winter in jet planes

To climates where it's sunnyWe got mami on the dance floor

Grindin' to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly

But at the end of the day, we feelin' to play

I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkey

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