Loud Pipes Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mannie]
Wha wha wha nigga nigga
I put piss stains on private planes cause it's my jet nigga
Money ain't shit cause my rottweilers drink moet
Diamond baugette bracelets for my lovers
Playa, I use cristal to lubricate rubbers
Who got shit on his wrist that cost 3 nickel
Who got the project on lock when that nigga slangin pickle
Who got benz, a prowler, playboy, and a Vette
Tell the truth-who fucked ya on the same night when we met?
Now, who got baby mamas from the noila to new york
Who got every bitch attention in this motherfucker when he talk
Now who the fuck we talkin bout, look-ya'll don't know?
I'll give you a hint: see that bitch you with?
He fucked that hoe
Now look here, ya'll ain't seen my watch, it's like harlem world video
White diamonds, red rubies, blue baugettes, I don't know
Shorty, when tha next time I'm a be up in your bed
I love you? you love me?
Well go head on and gimme some head

[Chorus x2: Juvenile]
Loud pipes big rims
Wodie that's our life
When we pull up at the club
Sorry that's our night
I know a lot of haters out there sayin
That that's not right
But our diamonds are much bigger
So that's our life

[Verse 2: Baby]
I told four I need somethin
With some hell of a ice
Nigga came back with a hell of a price
That ain't nothin
These hoes doin hella wrong
Callin these niggaz on our cell phone
Bitch ridin benz on 20 inch chrome
Gimme the key, the car hoe, and the alarm
For my prowler, my jag, my benz and my home
Bitch you'll neva ride 20 inch chrome
I love to shine, that's why the choppa is mine
Hit my block in my benz hoe with stretch tires
Bought a new car that I could'ntdrive
Ordered the tunes before a nigga could drive
When I put the bose system right behind my eyes
With the vc's and tv's so a nigga could shine
With my ice bling bling like a 9 to 5
And tell all my hoes they don't need no job

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: B.G]
I ride the best from a benz to a jag to a beamer to a lex
Might fly first class on delta, helicopter or a jet
I'm a stunter, I'm a reppa
Geezy like to shine
Drink Don, Moet, and Cris
See that's the finest wine
20 inches is the only thing I sit my shit on
Don't bring ya bitch around me
Cause my dick she'll wanna sit on
And I ain't gonna tell her nothin different
That's ya issue
But after she come back
Your best out is not to kiss her
Hoes sick sayin damn, look at Fresh pinky ring
Look at BG watch
That bitch blingalingaling
I'm a ice wearer, trust me, you will neva
See me sportin nothin that ain't 20 g's or betta
Me and Wayne take the left
Juve and Baby take the right
It's dark in the room, we hold up our watches and it's light
Cash Money millionaires livin a hell of a life
Like my nigga weezay said, we surrounded by ice

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Whoa whoa whoa
Now I'm shinin baby glossin
Big tymin stuntin and flossin
Lamborghini sittin on broaders
With two more in my garages
Plus a blue and black ferrari
With nintendo and atari
Man I swear the car is awesome
Vroom! sorry we lost em
I'm back
I pull up smellin like dime sacks and cognac
I leave in the hummer,
Hour lata I'm flyin back
Whoosh, private jets about to land
The women fall out when I let em touch my hand
I get out the plane into a mercedes benz van
TVs all ova with chrome 20 inch fans, damn
God damn
Man I am
L-I-L, weezy, off the heezy
But still in all, ice floodin on my watch
And in my grill and all
Porch stocks run blocks
Peelin off, me and Slim in the Rover
Be at cha's, brick holder, Cash Money young soulja

[Chorus & talking: til fade]

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