Lil Sum Sum Lyrics - Do Or Die

Mic check 

Mic check 

Mic check 

C'mon 

I'm a professional, pimpin' like rational 

Worldwide, but it's national 

You betta ask them hoes and ask them clothes 

Who dat smokin' beeds 

Talkin' bout she fast to go 

And blow like Curtis 

Double off in the lex 

Let me see if she worth it 

Gettin' by so perfect 

Gettin' by so perfect 

Last year I was mackin' 

We climbed but you grabbed too 

DJ play the slow jams 

Sippin' don, never bro-ham 

Oh damn, smokin' beeds 

Smokin' beeds in my lex-land 

Pass the beeds to the next man 

Put it out in the next hand 

Police on my day bew 

Now who's them pimps that stay true 

They do, uh huh, motherfucker we done made you 

So you can blaze too 

It's the pimp that laid you 

I know you see me in the video's 

And the radio recognition like a center fold 

Analyze to a nigga bigga flow 

It's the hoes with the tight shh 

They used to the right shh 

Baby girl, hit your lights quick 

See would the mic fit, say hello, some some 

Check 1, check 2, brand new 

And it's all for you 

Bump the AC through the vents 

Still ridin' with the darker 10 

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense 

Well, hit the beed' and let me do my limp, uh-huh, uh-huh 

Baby girl, where the mob at 

You can get paid where the jobs at 

Ho' in ain't the word disregard that 

3 men in the cad straight dime sacks 

And their gators on, now who started that? 

Must've been a po P 

Standing on you P 'cuz a brotha makin' mo' cheese 

And I reach to the door like the oldies 

Saw me in the club better night then I hope is 

Do you wanna have sex? 

Lay back in the lex 

2 rules in effect 

No stains on the seats 

Strap up with the tex 

Just tell me what you wanna do 

But you know a brotha want you 

Flip a penny if we want to 

Heads or tails on the scale even if a brotha fails 

I'll be losing clientele 

But I'm still back to haunt you 

Baby girl, come chill with me 

You could learn a lot of skills with me 

Lay back and be real with me 

Make money on the side 

We can dine and collide 

Like it's supposed to be 

What it meant to me? 

'Cuz you still need a man to make plans to advance you 

Take a chance and you'll dance too 

Uh-huh, mic check, mic check, brand new 

And it's all for you 

Bump the AC through the vents 

Still ridin' with the darker 10 

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense 

Well, hit the beed' and let me do my limp 

I know you're lookin' for the top notch 

Hennessey take 2 shots, alize just a few drops 

Our pimpin nation not to block 

Get a fade and amazed when we do shots 

Get the digits to my new spot 

Not the old gotta new flaw 

Come in pairs like 2 socks 

Me and you against the world like 2Pac 

And I hope you got your crew locked 

Can we puff to 2 glocks 

Why you actin' like your too sharp? 

In the caddy get you juice-nark 

Better known as A to the mother fucking K 

And um, if it's love that he want 

There's no faded, umm 

See I'm a pimp and it's all mine 

You dropped your man now your all mine 

I'ma player so it takes time 

Defeat the purpose let me greet you 

Better yet say the name and I'ma meet you 

PHD with a see-through 

Did he pay? So we move 

Baby girl, just speak smooth 

Haters hate what we do, paper chasing for thee group 

Well, let me go back to front, front to back 

In her face did I do that? 

Get the Philly's and the green from the back 

Got the good game from the breeze and the macks 

To the mall and yes, gotta ball, gotta dress 

Domp hat with the rest 

Head shoes and the vest clothes that I 

Suppose that I put 'em all to the test 

But you can never be me though 

You can learn as we grow 

Spittin' game with a neat flow 

But I never play games turn around pretty cheap hoes 

CD's, where the weed go 

And I love the way she ride and collide with her deep throat 

Remember me in the C A D I double L we ride 

Down the ave and the AC's high 

You can walk or do you wanna ride 

Get high, you and I, uh-huh 

Mic check 1 2, and it's all for you 

Bump the AC through the vents 

Still ridin' with the darker 10 

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense 

Well, hit the beed' and let me do my limp 

[Incomprehensible] 

Bump the AC through the vents 

Still ridin' with the darker 10 

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense 

Well, hit the beed' and let me do my limp 

Mic check now 

Mic check 

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