We Da M.G.M Lyrics

[Peanut] So icy mami can't keep her hands off All this rubbin' on a nigga she gon' start somethin' Ain't ready for she gettin' into Cumin' all on me baby while I'm in you So nasty and sexy she so fine Givin' her the business like a Lloyd Banks punch line She had multiple orgasms I came one time Fell off track bring it back ma you on top Go to work now ma I put mine in Felt so good that the wall you was climbin' Ain't waistin' no time nigga I just dive in I play the passenger while you drivin' Don't breathe so hard I ain't done yet Just cuz you came don't mean I'm finna cum yet So freaky in the room and I'm so hood Mami keep comin' back for more cuz it's so good Chorus [Johnny Ca$h] We could get down, roll the trees, pour the Goose bitch This the honey hash oil, huh, use this Lace up the blunt, take a drag, kick back We Da M.G.M. they the Fendi I'm Ca$h This is how we operate our program We da niggas on top you gotta go down This is how we operate our program We da niggas on top you gotta go down [Johnny Ca$h] Rated R, I'm a star, you's a bop down In the back of the drop with the top down Would you rather spend another night with a different cat Fuck on the forefront lead her with me kickin' back I take a stack, break it down have you watch there Lay on my back have you squat call shots yes Then we ball and I'm a monster mami Ca$h hit you like Billy Bob fucked on Halle Berry In the motion picture I'm married to the game So yes a lil' brain's necessary You ain't never dealin' with a nigga on some trealer shit I let the homes smack ya ass while I feel ya tits Lets switch it up baby I'm a switch hitter Cuz you see it in my ride don't mean I'm stick wit her, nope Lets smoke like my 7-deuce Chevy pipe And one stroke have a bitch wit me every night [Chorus] [Geezy] Yea I'm workin' on my game call it savage twist Put yo chick in my hands I'll have that bitch Got her floatin' like a boat while I'm holdin' on a loaf Got Bay bitches grittin' all in the east coast Geezy, that be the nigga that they creep wit Money Game Mob, Fendi Boy knock shit Go down for me, while I'm breakin' cakes up Blow now honey, now fix ya make up Alex got me hit I don't need to see Jacob (uh uh) Just got the watch now I'm waitin' on the bracelet All on a ho, yup that's what they yell out It's really no use if you can't put it in ya mouth Sittin' low wit it, tuck wit it, A's fitted I'm really 'bout pimpin' go and slide me the digits East O reppa, watch me do my thug thang 1-2 steppa, it's really not a game, BitchThe Fendi Boyz f/ Johnny Ca$h - We Da M.G.M - http://motolyrics.com/the-fendi-boyz-f-johnny-cash/we-da-mgm-lyrics.html