P-Lo - Template lyrics

SF fitted gold grill in Suzy on the beat watch me k** it All I do is go up like the ceiling Curry with the shot watch me shimmy I ain’t timid They ain’t heard this in a minute Real bay boy ain’t no gimmick Nah I don’t trap I just hit hoes and make whap Everytime I’m on it it’s a slap Yeah That’s what the hoes say She take molly with the OJ Seen yo b**h that’s my old thang k**ed this beat it’s a cold case Freaky little thing roll the tree up Send her one text wanna meet up I don’t get top with my seat up I hit the recline and Give the peace sign [?] Red bu*ton not the green one Ultralight how I beam up Want a hot towel when she clean up When you a real boy you don’t need much I can make something outta nada Lightskin thang call me dada [?] got a lot of I ain’t with that sh** that you brought up Yeah they heads what I’m coming for I’m on the wave while they run the shore Yeah they want it but I want It more How you running when I got the torch Yeah I swear I’m getting started up Push a bu*ton when I start it up She always tell me that I’m hard as f** Pretty thang got me hard as f** I wanna see what it do tho Baby you know All the hoes wanna kick it like I’m teaching judo And I’m the sensei You ain’t one I’m the template