Speed Limit

[Intro]

Dawgshit Records

Don't play with him

[Verse]

Listen, baby, I got dope to sell

She said, "Papi, I don't want you to leave," that's how you 'sposed to feel

Would you tat' my name on your face so I know it's real?

Police ever get behind the car, lil' baby know the drill

Bitch, I'm off a bean, bitch, I'm rollin', like a ferris wheel

If she suck dick good enough, I'll buy her a pair of heels

I got a lick in the hood that sniff more white than Paris Hilton

Junkies in and out the building

She ask me when I'm coming home

You call me back to back, you got me startin' to think that somethin' wrong

You know what the fuck goin' on

I be there with a load for you

Bitch, I ain't got no clothes for you

I'm tryna get a roll with you

She see me pack my bags, she say, "I wanna hit the road with you"

As long as you don't mind driving, baby girl, I don't see no issue

She know that I'm a dog, she know I sell dog

If you ever feel alone, then I'm the nigga you could call