PaperPlatoon - Pay Chekk lyrics

E-40: She a flirt, she look like pimp milk come out when she squirt She don't believe in wearing panties under her skirt No bra under her shirt I like the way she twerk(x5) She don't believe in wearing panties under her skirt This ya one right here, baby, this your motivation Make your cheeks applaud like a standing ovation Got my dick hard like incarceration Let me buy you a drink, intoxication. Hello! Ain't nothing square about this hustler here Man, man... give a chick a Chinese name, name One goal! Play head games But you want more, more! Get it real within your world It's mackin on Miami Baby girl, they call me Earl I rap and i rhyme but I used to sell that swirl That white, white, white candycane and Mother of Pearl That's right, right, right Chorus: I said hey lil momma, what's the deal? Talk to me, girl I'mma keep it real I've been on you since you walked thru tha door Now drop it low like there's money on the floor Spark Master Tape: f** Robin Hood, we robbin hoods We move in silence, k**as should We bang hard we been high no chaine mane f** a job man, my CV say I gang bang Push a foreign whip, I f** a foreign b**h Got a foreign couch, b**h I own a foreign house Pull a full clip, I got a full clique Got ya girl at the crib she eat a full dick p**y like a buffet, laid out like a duvet Ox' poppin bunny, wanna f** and film a movie She still clappin that a**, make bands wit it Deep throat no hands witit Spark beef, you gamblin She been peepin the steez, bent down on knees Taught the b**h to go deep, its that money shot ho cheese All it All it takes is a turbo for me to steal a porsche I'm in the kitchen and the sh** look like the steams on I like the way she twerk(x5) She don't believe in wearing panties under her skirt [Chorus] Dat n***a Nug: b**h drop that a** down to the pavement Like you shaking it for Satan Make money, make money money oh! Tell your homegirl with the big 'ol bu*t Stop fronting, get the p**y out ho It's just me and the Spark Master Dropping out of spaceballs out of NASA Coming through fresher than your pastor I mean cooler than Alaska. (ya like it?) Chevy sittin' way high up off the ground Blowing on piff I ain't coming down I used to move mils [?] like amigos And then I got bricks b**h I need blow[?] Rolling on shorty like Wa**up on my 40 I Got a couple dollars I heard bandz a make her dance b**h Bring a couple friends and Get some of this bread cause it's Paper Platoon, we the goons and we in Female voice: Why do you always grab your crotch? (giggle) Spark Master Tape: Platoon, we blow loud In the club sh** about to go down Paper Goons, we rollin out In the car, blow they f**ing brain out (repeats with twerk repeat) Now I ain't never been a p**y motherf**er sh** is simple Smile in the ocean, catch a bullet to ya dimple And two two your temple Force is instrumental f** a partner in crime my whole gang down to die for mine I been that k**a gorilla Bumpin Pac and J dilla f** around and Turn your squad to the ending of Thriller I been a graveyard goon gang bangalangin hangin With my squad and my people yea Nug thats my people bruh For goons better misery and pain now we rising to the top like a burning flag We burning flags