Lil' O - Flow 1 lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah, y'all know what it is man Saturday night man, we coming out baby Where the f** we going, we going to Max's n***a already, meet me there baby let's do it [Lil' O] You can catch Lil' O, pulling up at Max's In a old school drop, seats color of Khaki Candy red paint, and my 4's look gla**y Got a nine on my lap, and AK in the back seat Cause you know these jackers trip, when you ride on swangs And when the light hit ya ice, man ya ice go bling But if you run up on this harder gun, it might go bang In fact don't even doubt it, boy your life gon end Hit the valet, hopped out dressed to k** And I don't ever wait in line, I know Ed and Dell Went straight to the bar, like what's the deal And they already know, put my Cris' in a pail Got my Cristal, fired up a do-do square n***a let's ball, Fat Rat's in this b**h West-West y'all You n***as know, how I do it I'm looking for a bad b**h, so she can swallow my fluid [Hook - 2x] I'm in the club, getting high with all of my thugs Drinking Cris', n***as showing me love what I'm in the club, getting high with all of my thugs Drinking Cris', b**hes showing me love what [Lil' O] I gave dap to real playas, from the South to the North Then ran up on a b**h, with a back like a horse She said ain't you Fat Rat, with the Lac and the Porsche She was all on my sack, I could tell by her voice I told her look here baby, I got all kinds of toys But f** that, are we cutting like Pastor Troy Cause them tits, bout the size of some asteroids And I love nuttin' on breasts, ask them boys Then the DJ seen my face, and started playing my song And the crowd went crazy, when "Back, Back" came on Then he backed on to, "We Ain't Broke No Mo" We all started throwing up broke, cause we ain't broke no mo' Big balling, we don't roach no mo' Giving thanks to the father, we ain't gotta slang coke no mo' But we always celebrate, for our n***as on lock That's why we fire up the dro, and make the Cris' go pop [Hook - 2x] [Lil' O] Now it's 3 in the morning, and a n***a's lit I'm drunker than a motherf**er, man I'm out this b**h Told the valet, to bring me my drop I seen boo from earlier, I told her what's up you gon give me some cot She said cool Lil' O, it's however you want it You just gotta be the G, you wan' hop up on it I said b**h say no mo', don't spoil the moment Cause I'ma beat the p**y up, like it's my opponent Now she hopped in the drop, we went straight to the room And she's trying to be the bride, well I ain't the groom Bent her a** right over, jumped dead in her womb Bust a nut told her b**h, check out time's at noon (*talking*) I'll holla at ya, silly b**h But god damn, that p**y was good Just another Saturday night for a real Motherf**ing playa n***a Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze b**h March 18th, "Food On Tha Table"