The 4 Percs Lyrics – D-Money
Singer: D-Money
Title: The 4 Percs
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, uh, what, huh, huh, huh, what
Switching the hellcat, red key, uh yeah
Srt go fast on the motherf#ckin beat, i be cookin up like yeat (ooh)
Call me lil yeat, hoppin in the tonka and she suckin on my dick (what)
Uh, yuh, uh yuh
Closed the curtains, then she sucked this dick (gang)
f#cked this p#ss# up, she sucked this dick (yuh) (aye)
Me and t, me and quik mike, me and f#ckin d
Rollin up this f#ckin weed
Blunts back to back, i shoot my shot (what)
Yuh, yuh (what)
She always leave, but she not on the go (what)
Tell her, to buss down, so she get on the floor (eee)
She come to my crib and she take off her clothes
Sittin and f#ckin yo b#tch and sum more (yuh)
Louie, prada
Smartest out here, cuz i got all that knowledge (whathuhuh)
Hellcat, bought a
I don’t need no help, cuz they know imma scholar (grrr)
b#tches on b#tches, and i cannot go farther (ooh)
He got squeezed by the k, and now he way taller
Hold up (psh) (psh)
Pull up in the cat
So they know that its me (me)
Makin these franks and i do it with ease
If they offered me hunneds, id solve the world peace
She ask why i ain’t home, cuz i’m being chased by police
Hold up, damn, aye
On the road doing shows, they be comin to see
2 pateks, 2 tone, that watch on me (what)
sh#t cost 250 a piece (*slurp*)
Hold on, damn (slatt)
Im finna go break the bank, finna rack it up
Catch a big check, imma stack it up (what)
Super thick b#tch, from the back she gon back it up (uh)
If i tell on the gang, call me cooper kupp (yuh)
Hold on, she tell me
Gon come to the backseat
You know she boutta suck this d (suck)
500 for the fans in sight (what)
n#gg# mj with the 3 peat (ooh)
Pull up with the trigger, b#tch, and i delete
f#ckin that p#ss#, she suckin my d (yuhh)
Look at that sh#t, lookin at me
b#tch i got chrome heart to my feet
Drippin and drenched
I’m f#ckin that p#ss#
I’m f#ckin that p#ss#
I’m f#ckin that b#tch like yuh (yuhh)
Makin that mans
Droppin that top, i be floatin my racks up (gang)
Money up
Blunts, all up in my lungs, im finna cough
*cough
*cough*
Hold on, damn
Look at you, lookin bummy (huh)
All these girls, sittin all funny
Stick it in, now she say she feel it in her motherf#ckin tummy (b#tch)
Call me if you need a snow bunny
Damn, you dummy
Haha
Hold on, yuh
Double cup lookin muddy (uh)
f#ckin that b#tch, she my hunned (yuh)
Look at that p#ss#, look at these hunneds (ooh)
Blue chip, blue racks on my sh#t
I be f#ckin on that b#tch, she be suckin on my dick (yuh)
Double cup, b#tch, i be f#ckin that sh#t
I be takin that sh#t, to the motherf#ckin bank
Walkin that p#ss#, walkin that racks (slatt)
Gettin my money, gettin real fast
Fast, facts, fax, fax, fax, fax, fax, b#tch! (what)
What, what!
What, what what!
Hit her crib, i creep from behind
She know that she pretty and fine
But pretty girl, be wastin my time
Nowadays, i be pullin the dimes (ooh)
Beating that p#ss# uuup!
She feinin, she wanna fuuck! (f#ck)
I’m sippin that red muuck! (what)
They dont understand the pain
f#ckin that b#tch while she snoring (yuh)
Been writing this verse for a day, but these f#ckers ain’t what they on (f#cka)
Ive been through the rain, okay, cuz it always be pouring (gang)
They all be sippin red, i had to be different so im sippin orange
Video call a minor, call dat sh#t facetime
Her #ss too small, told her its a waste of time (whaaaa)
Yeah she suicidal but she not grey 59 (yuh)
Pull up in a foreign, yuh, it dont got a roof (what)
I f#ck on this hoe, yuh, she get played like a flute (flute)
My other rich hoe, she pulled up in a coupe (yeah)
I used to have 1, but now i got 2 (two b#tch)
I poured me a 4, yuh, and now i can’t move (nah nah)
I got me a win, and now i can’t lose (yuh)
Yeah you know how we do (yessir)
Yeah, i see yo girl hoein (what)
I had to go tap it, you already knowin (already knowin) (what)
You already knowin, i got your girl moanin (moanin)
She moanin cuz she knowin (what)
My pockets overflowin (slatt)
Yeah, she still tryna grab it (yuh)
I got a boujee hoe yeah, and my other hoe ratchet (on god)
In my hellcat, yo m#lf and i be dashin (dashin on dat) (yeah)
After imma park it at my main hoe’s mansion (forreal)
I be coutin money in a rolls royce ghost (rolls royce ghost)
Drop me and get burnt like toast (you know it)
I need all the bread so gimme the loot (loot)
I be in the party stuntin with my motherf#ckin fools (mf fools)
You know i got my tool, b#tch
So don’t act like a fool, b#tch
Tfo out
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