Mossy B 4 Prez - Sho Ya Right Lyrics

I let my top fall, you know my Chevy clean
Got me swangin' lane to lane, watch these boppers notice me
Yeah, sho you're right, boy, you outta sight
Jammin' super tight, sho you're right
Boy, you outta sight, jammin' super tight
I let the trunk fall, I'm knockin' pictures off the wall
With this car, guarantee that I can f*ck her out her drawers
Sho you're right, boy, you outta sight
Bumpin' super tight, sho you're right
Boy, you outta sight, bumpin' super tight
In the summertime, grippin' on this wood, call it pine
Seat reclined with the windows down
You can hear the sounds
Boy I'm ridin' to that Pimp C
Or that MJG and 8-Ball
Comin' hard, knockin' pictures off the wall
Swear to God
Boy these heaux thinkin' Mossy B gon' call
It's unfortunate that I was taught to show no love at all
Pimpin' on that microphone and in reality
Diamond in the rough but yet I got the perfect clarity
Police takin' pictures but you bitches couldn't capture me
We hustlin' so savagely, the stack increasin' rapidly
Tragically, I seen so many casualties
Homies livin' in the pen, habitual offenders
Who comin' home and go right back again
Time rollin' by, I'm steady gettin' high
Bitches suckin' my dick and thinkin' she can really ease my mind
It's 2011, niggas dyin' for a piece of ass
Livin' fast, mashin' on the gas
I'ma get my cash and I let my
I let my top fall, you know my Chevy clean
Got me swangin' lane to lane, watch these boppers notice me
Yeah, sho you're right, boy, you outta sight
Jammin' super tight, sho you're right
Boy, you outta sight, jammin' super tight
I let the trunk fall, I'm knockin' pictures off the wall
With this car, guarantee that I can f*ck her out her drawers
Sho you're right, boy, you outta sight
Bumpin' super tight, sho you're right
Boy, you outta sight, bumpin' super tight
Yay yo, flip that, Monte Carlo, six that
Known to keep that kush pack
In crack spots wit' hood rats
Marijuana, smoke that
You can have your heaux back
Bruh, that bitch is lazy, always pinchin' out my weed sack
Pussy, sell that, trick get your money right
She know to keep her pussy tight, addicted to that city life
Lil' mama right
Gobble on my dick under city lights
Lames got it f*cked up, need to get their pimpin' right
Laid back on a Sunday
Put up all the work and glocks
Shit feel like a good day
To cruise out through the city blocks
Crown Vic wit' plenty knock
Bitch beside me pretty hot
Better be safe and carry the tre-duece
In case a nigga hate or not
Cigarillos in the dash
Henessey all in my flask
Lil mama pants full of ass
Got a pocket full of cash
Baby mama fussin' 'bout nothin'
Shit I ain't even mad
Today was a good day
I let my top fall, you know my Chevy clean
Got me swangin' lane to lane, watch these boppers notice me
Yeah, sho you're right, boy, you outta sight
Jammin' super tight, sho you're right
Boy, you outta sight, jammin' super tight
I let the trunk fall, I'm knockin' pictures off the wall
With this car, guarantee that I can f*ck her out her drawers
Sho you're right, boy, you outta sight
Bumpin' super tight, sho you're right
Boy, you outta sight, bumpin' super tight