King Los - T.N.B. lyrics

[Hook:] Pull up to the club - skatin' on them dishes We in '67 Chevys, they got Daytons on them b**hes f** is goin' on? Thought that hatin' sh** was finished We don't take it personal, we just takin' n***as b**hes Said we takin' n***as' b**hes, takin' n***as' b**hes Takin' n***as' b**hes, yeah, we takin' n***as' b**hes That's your girl up in my section? Boy, you know the business Just don't take it personal, we takin' everybody's b**hes Hundred bottles of Ciroc, drinkin' like a boss f** what n***as think, b**h, I think I like to floss f** is goin' on? Thought that hatin' sh** was finished Take some shots, take some pictures, Then let's take these n***as' b**hes [Verse:] Okay, I'm faded off that motherf**in' Ciroc, buzz b**h we in the building like sheetrock, studs Now she want me to beat that p**y 'til it beat-box (what?) She like my style, so we got ghost while you D-Blockin', cous' Yeah, she pullin' on my sleeve, tryna get close to me She got a long, wavy weave and a big ol' booty I'm gettin' all this rap money and my boys flip coke So don't be actin' like you bougie if your boyfriend broke She said he ain't f**in' her right, she gon' eliminate him soon I ain't tryna spend the night, I wanna penetrate it soon You know, infiltrate that womb, drop in them guts like a convertible We can get up like that n***a's ego, dollars off that vertical She tripped over my swag - so you know where she goin' Put no b**h over my cash - b**h, I'm 'bout my coins And I ain't talkin' rolls of quarters, but I got some dimes Tell him make my wheels look extra clean, bruh, I gots to shine [Hook:] [Verse 2:] Dance, too much booty in the pants I'll blow a couple grand, and straight throw it like a champ And she drop it, I'mma get it poppin', shorties know we rockin' I got all these b**hes jockin' like the motorcycle dance I'm low on my haters, but I'm high on them digits I give her that sign, then we slide, you know I'm pipin' these b**hes She said he ain't f**in' her right, she gon' eliminate him soon And my shine out of this world, b**h, I intimidate the moon I rock Jesus pieces and Coogies - you know, Biggie Smalls I said "baby, you want some rose?" She said "you know Ricky Ross?" I said "whoa, my pimpin' cold - go play in the snow" 'Cause these white b**hes still roll, oj in the cold I hope it's all good like a field goal when touchdown like a end zone If that b**h don't lick c***, n***a, kick rock like a Flintstone See, you give me your pebbles, I'll give you this bam-bam You booed-up with an amateur, just call me the sandman Lookin' at my Rollie, it's my motherf**in' time Tell that n***a clean my wheels and make them motherf**ers shine