Lets 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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