Mac Mall - Let's Get a Telly lyrics

- chorus 4X - Everybody is gettin everybody Let's get a telly and don't tell nobody Step into the party, pimpin is my hobby Yo b**h 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 muthaf**in Chevy's Cut thangs, Mustangs, 5.0's b**hes 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 k**er pimp flow Hoochies in my face, and they all poppin p**y But b**h, 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 - chorus - 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 n***as slappin hoes, cuz they gettin outta line I crack up as I act up off that 'Voisier and lime Your b**h in front of me got yak longer than a g block So now I'm freakin baby girl hands on the co*k Just then, guess who bust in? The b**h I'm f**in 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, f** both of y'all hoes You're f**in with some pimp, so the story goes - chorus - 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 p**y straight to her throat I love it when I'm drunk and f**in 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 b**h 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 b**hes 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 - chorus -