D-Lo - Keep It On The D-Lo (Feat. Mitchy Slick, Compton Menace) lyrics

If I f** you, can you keep it on the d-lo? I can protect you, girl, I keep a desert eagle I be smoking on nothing but loud, keisha cup Girl, you think you slick, gonna get some dick Would I handle your bizz, gimme D, here's a tree I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina [Verse 1: D-Lo] Girl, all you got is p**y to give a n***a? Dumb b**h, you ain't seeing the bigger picture Haha! I'm on my big dog sh** and if you ain't about no money you can't be my b**h See, you got action, that satisfaction, my pimping is strong, b**h But if I gotta hurt you, you gonna be on your own, b**h I'm 'bout 50 toes down, bro, that's 5 hoes And when I shoot I don't miss, I think I'm Dale Rose I'm David Roughy, these b**hes, they shoot without me I f**ed her without a penny, boy, that ain't like me I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina No regy, boy, I smoked the dopest reefer Look, my weed loud, like Samuel L Jackson I can multiply and divide these b**hes like fractions I'm a rude boy, I'm a cold n***a I'm the reason these b**hes call you they old n***a If I f** you, can you keep it on the d-lo? I can protect you, girl, I keep a desert eagle I be smoking on nothing but loud, keisha cup Girl, you think you slick, gonna get some dick Would I handle your bizz, gimme D, here's a tree I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina [Verse 2: Mitchy Slick] She hit the Mandolin, Venetian, and Caesar's in one night Retired at the crack of dawn till the gates racked her with no God Never listened to her momma, never listened in school So if you bet on her listening to ism, you a fool The pea hunter I call her, all of Vegas know about her She got hella victims in her bag, got pictures of them with powder Residue on their nose while they're snoozing in their Polos He ain't never had real snow so he f**ed her to the sun rose New to the desert, so we never knew vet hoes this cold To keep frying toes to your a**hole but won't give you no blow Go out like the whole cake, f** first, I can't screw it You can tell every b**h at the service, your name's ruined If I'd have known the business, now you f**ed off Two notes away from paying your rova truck off, now she done truck off She could've kept that p**y, I'm a f** who earn this, why I'm always swerving This the new end journey If I f** you, can you keep it on the d-lo? I can protect you, girl, I keep a desert eagle I be smoking on nothing but loud, keisha cup Girl, you think you slick, gonna get some dick Would I handle your bizz, gimme D, here's a tree I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina [Verse 3: Compton Menace] She know I get it, I'm pitching about that trap n***as, they know it's Menace, I keep that b**h on my lap s**ers, they love to hate but they never 'bout that paper n***as ain't really balling, they ain't playing with the Lakers Trucking with real lovers, breaking it out with C-Lo f**ing with bad b**hes but keeping it on the d-lo Step out, n***as love to run they mouth n***as come from the bottom cause I lead it from the south I'm smoking on that sh**, pimping on that b**h Hopping off that lag and jumping in something sick Sipping on that sh**, I'm thinking with my mind on my dick Baby, I'm a baller, not a trick' She know that I'm rollin' She see me, she want it When I pull up, she on it She know I'm running that corn Tell me this If I f** you, can you keep it on the d-lo? I can protect you, girl, I keep a desert eagle I be smoking on nothing but loud, keisha cup Girl, you think you slick, gonna get some dick Would I handle your bizz, gimme D, here's a tree I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina I'm just on this lean, you act like you on Tina