Big Smo - C.W.G. lyrics

I’m a southern fried cracker with my dreams and a plan. Without my girl in my world I might be half of that man. Lady look, in my life when I’m playin’ the odds, she’s like an angel sent from heaven or a gift from the Gods. But she’s got fire in her eyes and from her head to her toes; she’s a certified dime with the streets in her soul. She puts the heat in my heart when I’m feelin’ so cold and got my [?] rollin’ dirty down these back roads. She’s a big booty queen with a helluva swag. Got them Dolche frames poppin’ with the strap in her bag. And that back so bad that we should rock them jeans. She’s the queen of the aqua dreams. Know what I mean? Yeah she can get the business any time of the day. My lil double barrel baby when were rollin’ the hay, or when were rollin’ for pay. She be locked and loaded. She’s down for a! man and she’ll pop to show it. She’s a C.W.G. baby, one that roll shotgun when I’m ridin’ dirty. One that roll a tight one, when I’m drivin’, for me. And she got my back boy I ain’t gotta worry. I need a C.W.G. baby one that split the shell with her nail. sponsored links Get to fightin’ and go to jail. Write her name in a holdin’ cell. My babys. A lot of dudes have problems expressin’ their heart until they walk out the club and see them dents in they car. And they start tellin’ they girls how important they are. These girls runnin’ round here emotionally scarred. She been with the boy she tryna deal with a man. She was confused in her youth now but she understand that, she can do bad by her damn self so save that broke mess for somebody else. Lil momma help a dude get up on his feet hold his heat up for him late at night in the street. No matter how big you get never forget she was with you back when you was still sellin 16th and them other broads wasn’t thinkin boutcha now they talkin to ya tryna get a drink up outcha and you a trick goin for it needa leave them girls alone cause you gotta good one waitin on yo a** at home I need a C.W.G. baby, one that roll shotgun when I’m ridin’ dirty. One that roll a tight one, when I’m drivin’, for me. And she got my back boy I ain’t gotta worry. I need a C.W.G. baby one that split the shell with her nail. Get to fightin’ and go to jail. Write her name in a holdin’ cell. My babys. I love the way she break it down and straight hustle the block and had the whole club starin at the way that she walk a couple yager bombs baby go on and gimme a shot well shut the bar down and open up the after spot shes a backstage beauty prime time for a pole but I'd NEVER put my baby on display for a show. She’s VIP but just for me and we can take it to the top of the penthouse suite cause shes my C.W.G. baby, she could drive the whole gosh damn world crazy (crazy). Half the time I'm out my mind from the days that she trips I pack my bags and try to leave but I just cant split and even though shes throwed off a little out of control. Shes the apple of my eye the true match to my soul. We go to ride together touch the sky together my C.W.G. baby, we’ll die together. I need a C.W.G. baby, one that roll shotgun when I’m ridin’ dirty. One that roll a tight one, when I’m drivin’, for me. And she got my back boy I ain’t gotta worry. I need a C.W.G. baby one that split the shell with her nail. Get to fightin’ and go to jail. Write her name in a holdin’ cell. My babys.