Carmen Electra (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Michael D'Angelo Archer/Cash Jones ASCAP)/Stanley Benton/TOBi/Jayceon Taylor/Christopher Martin/Osbe Chill/Timothy Patterson Mozzy)

Ayo

I mob how I mob

Yeah

I'm hood with it

Fifth of Patrón in the Bentley

Yeah

I'm good with it

Everything Suge with it

I'm a boss like that

Caught five

Odell Beckham

Randy Moss like that

It's Bompton

Reason why I talk like that

Bullet fragments still in my ankle why I walk like that

I'm Nas on these songs

I Puff

They hate me

Hurricane Game

Katrina'd the AP

Top-down

The AC

With X and AZ

Ruff Rydin'

You can see this Draco in HD

Don't try me

N***a

Homicide's my hobby

Backwoods we fat

Blowin' these sacks like Mozzy

In the 6

Clyde and Bonny

Clips by Armani

Plus

I keep an extra with the owl feather texture

2020

We doin' drive-bys in Teslas

Sex

Money

Murder

And ***

Carmen Electra

F**k the slice

I want the pie

Why ask "Why"

'Til we die

Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie

Carmen Electra

Drugs and thugs

Swim in wine

Three or four at a time

Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie

Carmen Electra

Four block bangin'

I'm from the d**e spot

Baby

Time to serve 'em on the porch and keep the door locked

Baby

In this four-door 'Cedes

The Rollie oh so brazy

Chopper for that Old School that I could throw on Daytons

F**k who hate me

Blood on the Benjamins

I'm a gangsta

Pull up on the side of his vehicle tryna to spank 'em

Cookies by the onions

We plug 'em

The people thank us

As-salamu alaykum and see how far it could take us

Can't nobody say we stay dangerous

That's on the gang

Told Game

"Pass the thang"

I feel like I got my way

Pissin' on they grave and wackin' out with they bang

Papa was a chef and my mama whip it the same

She chose up on the the Maseratti to blame

We body for body make Gotti flame

Free to Gangland when he touch

Got him a chain

When he touch

Got him some cake

When he touch

Got him a Drac'

F**k the slice

I want the pie

Why ask "Why"

'Til we die

Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie

Carmen Electra

Drugs and thugs

Swim in wine

Three or four at a time

Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie

Carmen Electra

O-S-B-E Chill

F**k what they feel

Have a n***a leanin' soon as I pop his seal

Put the work like Copperfield

I got it to disappear

Heard you was lookin' for me

I'm right here

Right here

Standin' in the jungles with the baby stones

Baby stones

Cash Money in my pocket

Get my Baby on

Baby on

Only eat the p***y if it taste like Avión

Yeah

Tell her run my s**t back like Le'Veon

B***h

Sittin' in the bucket 'bout to trip me a n***a

Yeah

Los Angeles

Clip me a n***a

Yeah

ATL

Tip me a n***a

Uh

Like Black Chyna

I'ma give in

N***a

Pause

Gang injunctions don't stop the function

Yeah

Trees by Game

Patrón consumptions

Yeah

Born in the Jungles where wolf be huntin'

I put that on Mary-Anne

That I am what I am

N***a

F**k the slice

I want the pie

Why ask "Why"

'Til we die

Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie

Carmen Electra

Drugs and thugs

Swim in wine

Three or four at a time

Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie

Carmen Electra