CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Space Jam
Six thousand on a Rollie, long live Nip
Feeling just like Bun B my brother was a pimp
n***a hating on me no reason, what I do to him?
pu**y n***a let me catch you lacking, I’m gon’ shoot at them
Pull out with them Forgis on my car
I like to get woozy at the red light on them bars
I feel like it moving but my car be still in park
She put that pillow on her face and then she arched
I put that beam on my glizzy then I dart
No love lost but I gave away my heart
Hit the pharmacy if you looking for my bars
I’m a shooting star, ended up on Mars
How the hell you fishtail in the old school?
That’s your new b*t*h, she my old news
Sipping on that green to that zig zag
Thirty bald on your top that’s a brick bag
First young n*gga banging five off them six flags
We all strapped
Roller coastеr strapped, recline with no chair
Hеy there go Ola! Vote for me b*t*h, I’m the mayor
Old green fruity ass n***a like a pear
Six thousand on a Rollie long live Nip
Feeling just like Bun B, my brother was a pimp
n***a hating on me no reason, what I do to him?
pu**y n***a let me catch you lacking, I’m gon’ shoot at them
Pull out with them Forgis on my car
I like to get woozy at the red light on them bars
I feel like it moving but my car be still in park
She put that pillow on her face and then she arched
When on the lick I had to kick it by the door knob
We knocked the hinges off that b*t*h came in with whole mob
Send a hit for a bag call it blowjob
Face shot with that snub call it nose job
Ola Runt he still (raw/rob)
Broke’ll have you still steal
Buddha just like Kill Bill
Somebody die we just say that sh*t got real real
Exterminator you a rat b*t*h you can’t live here
I’m the landlord, you just pay the bills here
You get killed here
Running late to my show, I poured a liter here
I feel like Kobe in his prime like he still here
Off that bud I got wiser like a real beer
Six thousand on a Rollie long live Nip
Feeling just like Bun B, my brother was a pimp
n***a hating on me no reason, what I do to him?
pu**y n***a let me catch you lacking, I’m gon’ shoot at them
Pull out with them Forgis on my car
I like to get woozy at the red light on them bars
I feel like it moving but my car be still in park
She put that pillow on her face and then she arched
Feeling just like Bun B my brother was a pimp
n***a hating on me no reason, what I do to him?
pu**y n***a let me catch you lacking, I’m gon’ shoot at them
Pull out with them Forgis on my car
I like to get woozy at the red light on them bars
I feel like it moving but my car be still in park
She put that pillow on her face and then she arched
I put that beam on my glizzy then I dart
No love lost but I gave away my heart
Hit the pharmacy if you looking for my bars
I’m a shooting star, ended up on Mars
How the hell you fishtail in the old school?
That’s your new b*t*h, she my old news
Sipping on that green to that zig zag
Thirty bald on your top that’s a brick bag
First young n*gga banging five off them six flags
We all strapped
Roller coastеr strapped, recline with no chair
Hеy there go Ola! Vote for me b*t*h, I’m the mayor
Old green fruity ass n***a like a pear
Six thousand on a Rollie long live Nip
Feeling just like Bun B, my brother was a pimp
n***a hating on me no reason, what I do to him?
pu**y n***a let me catch you lacking, I’m gon’ shoot at them
Pull out with them Forgis on my car
I like to get woozy at the red light on them bars
I feel like it moving but my car be still in park
She put that pillow on her face and then she arched
When on the lick I had to kick it by the door knob
We knocked the hinges off that b*t*h came in with whole mob
Send a hit for a bag call it blowjob
Face shot with that snub call it nose job
Ola Runt he still (raw/rob)
Broke’ll have you still steal
Buddha just like Kill Bill
Somebody die we just say that sh*t got real real
Exterminator you a rat b*t*h you can’t live here
I’m the landlord, you just pay the bills here
You get killed here
Running late to my show, I poured a liter here
I feel like Kobe in his prime like he still here
Off that bud I got wiser like a real beer
Six thousand on a Rollie long live Nip
Feeling just like Bun B, my brother was a pimp
n***a hating on me no reason, what I do to him?
pu**y n***a let me catch you lacking, I’m gon’ shoot at them
Pull out with them Forgis on my car
I like to get woozy at the red light on them bars
I feel like it moving but my car be still in park
She put that pillow on her face and then she arched
