Slide a perc under the bed
Why she come over and she tryna f*ck
I told her she be in my head
All on the meds I'm tryna boot up
How many cups do you got in ya holder
I put 'bout four in my motherf*cking cup
I told a bih come and cry on my shoulders
All of my pack it be heavy like boulder
She come to ten and she crying, I hold her
Just told a lil' bitch I want neck on a yatch
I'm finna scheme on a nigga and plot
I know the DEA got a whole damn folder
I come in with green like a nigga the joker
Slime a lil' nigga no snot
I told a lil' baby I'm scheming it for ya
How many grams do you got in ya wood
Three point five still rolling
I know I could leave her, I know that I could
If I believe in it stronger
Keep a big four-five in the holster
Talking that shit little bitch I might choke ya
Got a few niggas that(skrr)
Got a few niggas that (yurr)
Got a lil' bih go berserk
Call up a hoe for the work
Call up a slime he gon' germ
How many pockets you got on your bags
And I fill all them bitches with work
I didn't want f*ck with this hoe
And I told a lil' bih better slide on the motherf*cking first
I'm finna tell my lil' dmv bih come to Florida
Promise lil' baby I won't hurt you
K10 - DMV Intro Lyrics
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Slide a perc under the bed
Why she come over and she tryna f*ck
I told her she be in my head
All on the meds I'm tryna boot up
How many cups do you got in ya holder
I put 'bout four in my motherf*cking cup
I told a bih come and cry on my shoulders
All of my pack it be heavy like boulder
She come to ten and she crying, I hold her
Just told a lil' bitch I want neck on a yatch
I'm finna scheme on a nigga and plot
I know the DEA got a whole damn folder
I come in with green like a nigga the joker
Slime a lil' nigga no snot
I told a lil' baby I'm scheming it for ya
How many grams do you got in ya wood
Three point five still rolling
I know I could leave her, I know that I could
If I believe in it stronger
Keep a big four-five in the holster
Talking that shit little bitch I might choke ya
Got a few niggas that(skrr)
Got a few niggas that (yurr)
Got a lil' bih go berserk
Call up a hoe for the work
Call up a slime he gon' germ
How many pockets you got on your bags
And I fill all them bitches with work
I didn't want f*ck with this hoe
And I told a lil' bih better slide on the motherf*cking first
I'm finna tell my lil' dmv bih come to Florida
Promise lil' baby I won't hurt you
Why she come over and she tryna f*ck
I told her she be in my head
All on the meds I'm tryna boot up
How many cups do you got in ya holder
I put 'bout four in my motherf*cking cup
I told a bih come and cry on my shoulders
All of my pack it be heavy like boulder
She come to ten and she crying, I hold her
Just told a lil' bitch I want neck on a yatch
I'm finna scheme on a nigga and plot
I know the DEA got a whole damn folder
I come in with green like a nigga the joker
Slime a lil' nigga no snot
I told a lil' baby I'm scheming it for ya
How many grams do you got in ya wood
Three point five still rolling
I know I could leave her, I know that I could
If I believe in it stronger
Keep a big four-five in the holster
Talking that shit little bitch I might choke ya
Got a few niggas that(skrr)
Got a few niggas that (yurr)
Got a lil' bih go berserk
Call up a hoe for the work
Call up a slime he gon' germ
How many pockets you got on your bags
And I fill all them bitches with work
I didn't want f*ck with this hoe
And I told a lil' bih better slide on the motherf*cking first
I'm finna tell my lil' dmv bih come to Florida
Promise lil' baby I won't hurt you
Writer: Seve’on Scott
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