Truly Sorry

[Verse]

I got swag

In my bag

Baby I been balling

Money rag, yeah that’s Pap’

No way you ignoring him

SRT, Hellcat

Jump in that bitch and dog it

Sliding ‘round, riding ‘round

(Vroom)

That bitch roaring

Make it rain it’s pouring

Hit they block we scoring

30 round hang out that Drac’

I split ‘em, gone be mourning

I put that bag on top your head

You dead by early morning

Baby girl, I’m truly sorry

Riding ‘round this brand new Audi

Sorry this is not a ‘Rari

You can see the stars regardless

Pull up on you, beg your pardon

Sorry, girl you know I’m horny

My bitch yellow as hell like Simpson, Marge

And I’m on baby bottles

Walk in this bitch like Boomhauer

Walk in this bitch like howdy partner

Walk in this bitch like how you doing

Walk in this bitch this stick start shooting

I don’t walk in this bitch like ??

Rowdy bout it, bout a problem

Probably shoot this bitch regardless

You know Papi ain’t retarded

Country bitch want Tim McGraw

I got cocaine in my balls

Looking at the vet like free my dawgs

Dawg in jail he got a phone

From the cell he calling dawg

I’ll out-smoke Snoop Doggy Dogg

And the trap house full of Dog

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Play with me I’ll break your jaw

.556 the problem solved

I don’t give a fuck bout who you call

My bitch said "Pap you a dog"

Early morning balling, dawg

I love my bitch like one of my dawgs

I go to hell and back bout all my dawgs

I got dawgs in heaven I’m balling for y’all

Jumping out of creepy crawlers for y’all

I stand on my money I’m 30 feet tall

?? I been getting off

Put swangas on the opps like Paul Wall

I walk in this like Boss Hogg

They gone remember my name like Mike Jones

I’m sipping on Wock’ all night long

I fell in love with the styrofoam

Make love to you with the lights on

Baby I’m clean like Lysol

This gas I got knock your socks off

Been riding thirty minutes, hop off

Me and Roxanne all alone

That bitch got baby blue skin tone

I love that bitch, can’t leave her alone

She say I’m sexy as Keith Swear

V12 engine fast as a jet

Say my skin smooth like Gillette

Everything I say I get her wet

She know I’m gone hit it if her heart beats

Cartier’s on Pap; can’t see

I put the molly in my Poland Spring

No that boy don’t fuck with me

She wanna fuck and bump Jodeci

I said we can fuck and bump me

I walk in this bitch like Bun B, 8Ball, MJG and Pimp C

Walk in this bitch like I’m from Tennessee

Got gifts for everybody like Christmas Eve

It’s been too long, you missing me

I’m in a Hellcat doing high speed