Maliibu Miitch - The Count lyrics

Uuh, uuh Hit them with the penicillin Make ’em feel it Make ’em feel it cus all they wanna do is see a real b**h stress Show ’em how you move when you walking with your set playing check not checkers b**h hit ’em with the check him to the left if he running with the next wanna nagg he tell that p**y lift the skirt Whipping up the porsche with the four door garage Rolling like the mob Changing your facade Seven crips smack a b**h with the Mack eleven Always been the wavy living loopy Makaveli Got your mans in the corner hating acting jealous felons ride or die do ’em dirty tilting like the fellas Light like a feather Shots pop off hope that you don’t mess your sweater up Run down Queen make the hoe come out her ladder Now you’re nobody till somebody k**s you And you ain’t poppin if nobody feels you And we give ’em no wops they in the rearview You be talking all that ruh- ruh we know the real you Now you’re nobody till somebody k**s you And you ain’t poppin if nobody feels you And we give ’em no wops they in the rearview You be talking all that ruh- ruh we know the real you Hit them with the penicillin