Killa Cain - Pigalle Lyrics

That's Killa Cain standin at the free throw
Make ya girl go suck, she like to deep throat
On her hands n knees, as she open the door
She like to get it front to back, now nigga breath slow
I told ya slow, ya roll, I'm in love wit ya hoe
Me n J hit it twice, jus to see if she dope
4 fingers in the hoe, when we rockin the boat
Might drink a bit, but we don't use coke
Dem niggaz smoked, got smoked over nothin but jokes
You niggaz still rappin, got nothin but hopes
Don't make me laugh, call one a my FOLK
Make him hit you wit the strap, make ya brain drop out
I'm sure you know english, niggaz spellin it out
F*ck niggaz want it cheap, come see me in droughts
Bitch niggaz know I'm mean, nah mean, no doubt
Dem hoes call me mister clean, when the fiends dem out
If you know i chop it cheap, what the f*ck up now?
F*ck niggaz in my city, still running around
Kinda tired a da shit, time to go back south
Tryin a find me 2 bitch, go, build up a house
Real gang shit, all these niggaz like mouths
Split ya in ya f*ckin wig, while ya sit on ya couch
Real shit, my nigg, thats what I'm about
Still want my old bitch, but id rather an ounce...