I WISH YOU WOULD by Shawty Pimp Lyrics
[Chorus]
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
Reach for your nine, play dumb, nigga I wish you would
[Verse 1: Reddog]
Beware of the fuckin' dog 'cause a nigga bout his motherfuckin' haul
Somebody bled, I'm for real, body dislocated from your head
Bitch your brain make a stain, rip out your gut, cook it up
Take your spine out your crack, shoulda watched your fuckin' back
I'm the killer of the century, bitch this ain't no elementary
I'm for real about this shit and you know it's getting thick
That's why I pack a sawed-off in my backpack as I walk to school
Bitches think I'm so damn cool, blow a nigga ass off in his classroom
I don't give a fuck because I'm just a motherfuckin' dog
All about spittin' that fuckin' game to them other lames
And them hoes on my case think that I be playin' see
Grab my TEC-9 off thе dresser, time to sеttle business G
Grab them [?] on my nuts, I'm finna make them catch a slug
Dead in the fuckin' gut, hope them bitches cough up blood
Ridin' in the Cutlass thang with my nigga Mista K
Got the sawed-off in my lap just in case them niggas get out of place
Because I don't have time for no nigga, just so heavy mane
Mane I gotta pop the top, damn I gotta kill the game
Whatever these bitches doin' mane, he must be doin' somethin' right
Ridin' in them Lexes and them sport cars every day and night
I gotta get my ass in 'cause I'm a jealous motherfucker
No time for no bitches mane 'cause I'm all about my hustle
Turn the corner, burnin' rubber, nigga you's in double trouble
When I pull out my Glock, as I pop you get dropped
What's up Shawty? (What's up Dog?) Nigga I'm about my haul
[?] niggas set it down, and you know I'm down for mine
If a nigga steppin' wrong thinkin' that he got it good
Step up to this pimpin' shit, I wish a motherfucker would
[Chorus]
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
Reach for your nine, play dumb, nigga I wish you would
[Verse 2: Reddog]
Take a test then confess, mane I just say fuck that mess
Reddog fresh nevertheless 'cause you know that I'm the best
See this shit started back, way back in the day
Like my niggas, they said, "Mane, these bitches gotta pay"
I don't give a fuck because I'm spittin' all that pimpin' game
What's up to my niggas in Binghampton, they on top of thangs
What's up Shawty Pimp, Mista K and Boogie Mane too
Damn I almost forgot them niggas pimpin' too
On the motherfuckin' hoe, makin' all that cash flow
In the nine-four hoe, lettin' niggas know the score
Still in that Taurus thang, man we're ridin' so damn clean
Creepin' at the [?] right down the street
[?] it's your birthday, happy fuckin' twenty-five
Kickin' it in the hood with Trina, smokin' on that hellafied
Chronic weed, LBG I'm puttin' that shit up on the map
What's up to my nigga [?] Lil Red, Lil Fred up on the track
Niggas that was down for this shit, ain't no time for fake
Step up to this twelve gauge, watch that motherfucker blaze
Like some weed in your system, blood gushin' out your face
Bullet holes in every part of your body, it's a faded case
Now I'm 'bout to head on out, niggas tryna test my nuts
But if a nigga think he could, I wish a motherfucker would
[Chorus]
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
Reach for your nine, play dumb, nigga I wish you would
[Outro: Reddog & Mista K]
Yeah yeah, y'know what I'm sayin'
For the nine-four and the nine-five
All my niggas up in this junt
Mista K, you know what I'm sayin'
My nigga Baby Rob, Shawty Pimp, know what I'm sayin'
My nigga wanna say a little something
Mista K, I'm finna get my nigga up on this shit
Yeah yeah yeah
Mista K up in this motherfucker for the nine-four, goin' into the nine-five
You know what I'm sayin'
We kickin' it pimp to all them hoes out there
We tired of you bitches that don't like this shit
Y'all can suck a motherfuckin' dick
For real though, hoe
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
Reach for your nine, play dumb, nigga I wish you would
[Verse 1: Reddog]
Beware of the fuckin' dog 'cause a nigga bout his motherfuckin' haul
Somebody bled, I'm for real, body dislocated from your head
Bitch your brain make a stain, rip out your gut, cook it up
Take your spine out your crack, shoulda watched your fuckin' back
I'm the killer of the century, bitch this ain't no elementary
I'm for real about this shit and you know it's getting thick
That's why I pack a sawed-off in my backpack as I walk to school
Bitches think I'm so damn cool, blow a nigga ass off in his classroom
I don't give a fuck because I'm just a motherfuckin' dog
All about spittin' that fuckin' game to them other lames
And them hoes on my case think that I be playin' see
Grab my TEC-9 off thе dresser, time to sеttle business G
Grab them [?] on my nuts, I'm finna make them catch a slug
Dead in the fuckin' gut, hope them bitches cough up blood
Ridin' in the Cutlass thang with my nigga Mista K
Got the sawed-off in my lap just in case them niggas get out of place
Because I don't have time for no nigga, just so heavy mane
Mane I gotta pop the top, damn I gotta kill the game
Whatever these bitches doin' mane, he must be doin' somethin' right
Ridin' in them Lexes and them sport cars every day and night
I gotta get my ass in 'cause I'm a jealous motherfucker
No time for no bitches mane 'cause I'm all about my hustle
Turn the corner, burnin' rubber, nigga you's in double trouble
When I pull out my Glock, as I pop you get dropped
What's up Shawty? (What's up Dog?) Nigga I'm about my haul
[?] niggas set it down, and you know I'm down for mine
If a nigga steppin' wrong thinkin' that he got it good
Step up to this pimpin' shit, I wish a motherfucker would
[Chorus]
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
Reach for your nine, play dumb, nigga I wish you would
[Verse 2: Reddog]
Take a test then confess, mane I just say fuck that mess
Reddog fresh nevertheless 'cause you know that I'm the best
See this shit started back, way back in the day
Like my niggas, they said, "Mane, these bitches gotta pay"
I don't give a fuck because I'm spittin' all that pimpin' game
What's up to my niggas in Binghampton, they on top of thangs
What's up Shawty Pimp, Mista K and Boogie Mane too
Damn I almost forgot them niggas pimpin' too
On the motherfuckin' hoe, makin' all that cash flow
In the nine-four hoe, lettin' niggas know the score
Still in that Taurus thang, man we're ridin' so damn clean
Creepin' at the [?] right down the street
[?] it's your birthday, happy fuckin' twenty-five
Kickin' it in the hood with Trina, smokin' on that hellafied
Chronic weed, LBG I'm puttin' that shit up on the map
What's up to my nigga [?] Lil Red, Lil Fred up on the track
Niggas that was down for this shit, ain't no time for fake
Step up to this twelve gauge, watch that motherfucker blaze
Like some weed in your system, blood gushin' out your face
Bullet holes in every part of your body, it's a faded case
Now I'm 'bout to head on out, niggas tryna test my nuts
But if a nigga think he could, I wish a motherfucker would
[Chorus]
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
I be comin' hard for you niggas who didn't know I could
Reach for your nine, play dumb, nigga I wish you would
[Outro: Reddog & Mista K]
Yeah yeah, y'know what I'm sayin'
For the nine-four and the nine-five
All my niggas up in this junt
Mista K, you know what I'm sayin'
My nigga Baby Rob, Shawty Pimp, know what I'm sayin'
My nigga wanna say a little something
Mista K, I'm finna get my nigga up on this shit
Yeah yeah yeah
Mista K up in this motherfucker for the nine-four, goin' into the nine-five
You know what I'm sayin'
We kickin' it pimp to all them hoes out there
We tired of you bitches that don't like this shit
Y'all can suck a motherfuckin' dick
For real though, hoe