In My SRT ft. Soundcloudog & Paul Tom Lyrics

In the S.R.T. and I got me a free Say she wanna go somewhere where we can go

eat Then maybe afterwards, then the shopping spree

Go back to the crib, then we up in the sheets Say she want me to meet her parents next week

Take a flight out to Orlando to the beach Know she ain't had a path to test like SAT

Know I'm bout to take her out the S.R.T

Yeah, man you know she gotta be street Yeah, and you know she gotta be a freak

Yeah, man you know she got that heat Yeah, and you know she got to eat

Know I ain't playin', and you know I got that heat

Know she really wanna play with me, know she gotta be street

Know she got me on you, cause you know she cannot cheat

And you know she gotta spend with me, know she can't be cheap

She can't be cheap, she say do it for a week

She say bitch, I be French, she gon' do it, she say weak

I say sweet, nigga do it, and she's freakin

Am I sweet? I'm like sweet, what we bout to eat

Noodles for a week, give a fuck, get me cereal

Baby, I'm imperial, told you I be pure, nigga

Leave my rank, I'm sure, nigga

I don't give a fuck, you're over, witness at your door

And I got them texts, ready to blow, felt the saddle scores

Ayy, she used to be yours, now that girl is mine

I know that girl like Stevie Ray, that bitch, she said she blind

She said she want the dick, pulled that thing, she's never mine

She said nigga, Paul Tom, you one of a kind

I said I'm a nice guy, she said she a nice girl

I got her diamonds, earls, she said she wanna earl

She said that shit is sick, she said she wanna pick

She said she wanna call her mans up, said she got a lip

I got a fuckin' zip, a zip, a hurry thing

I told you got that Mary Jane, we gon' do the hurry thing

I don't give a fuck, a nigga used to call me Hurricane

Cause every time I spit, spit, spit that thing like hurry

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