Let's Get A Telly

[chorus x4]

Everybody is gettin everybody

Let's get a telly and don't tell nobody

Step into the party, pimpin is my hobby

Yo bitch is hatin Mall, because she knew she never got me

Cuddies smokin blunts, because we all young ballers

Comin straight from Cali, Crest Creepers's what they call us

Ain't nobody trippin, cuz we're all about our fetti

Strip full of Caddies and them muthafuckin Chevy's

Cut thangs, Mustangs, 5.0's

Bitches in my party, and they feelin too towed

Me, I'm hella saucy, but I don't sniff blow

I'm known to bust them raps with that killer pimp flow

Hoochies in my face, and they all poppin pussy

But bitch, I get so deep up in that yak, you wanna jook me

With a butcher knife, so back up out my life

I cannot be your boyfriend but I can lay the pipe

The party's full of folks, all my cuddies from the turf

I crack a pint of Hymen, now we all gettin perved

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Let my cuddy hold my thang, cuz my folks is way deep

It ain't about the game you hear, it's about the game you peep

I'm seein niggas slappin hoes, cuz they gettin outta line

I crack up as I act up off that 'Voisier and lime

Your bitch in front of me got yak longer than a g block

So now I'm freakin baby girl hands on the cock

Just then, guess who bust in?

The bitch I'm fuckin with - oh, I didn't know that was yo cousin

But before she tripped I tried to act dumb

I put her in her place, Crestside is where I'm from

And a matter of fact, fuck both of y'all hoes

You're fuckin with some pimp, so the story goes

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I fiend, that you and me

Need to stop playin games and go smooth up a tree

On your knees in a telly, high from Hennessy

Put them legs on my shoulders, now I'm goin way deep

She took the dick from the pussy straight to her throat

I love it when I'm drunk and fuckin with a nympho

Slide to the slide, k to the y

Keep a hat on my shaft, cuz I don't wanna die

I heard a bitch lie, told her friends that I made her cream

Straight salt-shakin, tryin to aggravate my team

But game don't stop until the casket drop

Or the feds can count my dough

Top-notch bitches pickin Mall like a 'fro

Never would a player go low

Rivals thinkin that must be smokin dope

So all the macks kick back, because Mac Mall done came anew

And in the V-Town, this is what we do

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