Pouya Cruisin' In The MIA
Ah, you know I'm sayin', Pimpa, I come through like old Saint Nick rake a bitch off with the gift, you know I'm sayin'. I'm a pimp, I need my money, you know I'm sayin'. Purse first ass last, you look good, [?]. Chinchilla on my shoulders lookin' like a real pimp. Rake your bitch down at the motherfuckin' bronco. (let 'em know what I'm saying purse first ass slass, bitch!)
(MIA)
(Cruisin' in the MIA)
(MIA)
(Cruisin' in the MIA)
So I'm back in that matte black Cadillac
Gas on E, but my [?] leave my homie
He told me he got five on the whip
Scoop 'em up, now we rollin'
Get 'em back to the crib
Looking for some shawtys
Down to kick it and sip forties
Down to suck on my big homie
Boobie rollin' up, eyes rollin' back
Miami bitches throw it back
Purse first, ass last
Never tell them where the cash at
Now we headed back to the whip
My hoes ready to trick, any corner that I picked out
Keep my dick on flaccid 'cause I'm with my chips
And I can't let these hoes think that I'm with that
I break a bitch off, no KitKat
Butterfingers lickin', [?] cause if you lickin', I could hit that
Baby Bone, in my city I'm respected
And known to know my enemies but hate to admit that
Ain't nobody framed so skinny
(MIA)
5'5, but them hoes, they still f..ckin' with me, yeah
(Cruisin' in the MIA)
And I gotta get my pennies up by any means
It's my energy, don't you f..ck it up
(Cruisin' in the MIA)
Check it out, bitch, you know I'm sayin'? I'm comin' through with Baby Bone just to let you know what it is and what it ain't. I need my money in my hand, ho. If you don't bring these shits to my pocket, you know I'm sayin', you finna get a slap in the motherfuckin' face. Palm up and everything, purse first, ass last, ho! (Bitch!)
(Cruisin' in the MIA, MIA)
(Cruisin' in the MIA)
