IRC-Galleria

Well you got it, I'm the hottest around
They'll know it when they see you rollin' Impalas around
I got a soldier
With the top down, feelin' the sounds
Quakin' and vibratin' them thighs
Ridin' harder than guys
With the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather inside
When them flames be spittin' at you, tell 'em don't even try it
You gotta be G's, you way outta ya league

We like them boys that be in them Lacs leanin'
Open they mouth, they grill gleamin'
Candy paint, keep that whip clean and
They always be talkin' that country slang we like
They keep that beat that be in the back beatin'
Eyes see so low from that chiefin'
I love how he keep my body screamin'
A rude boy that's good to me, with street credibility

If his status ain't hood, I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if ya lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things, if you know what I mean

Gotta know to get dough and he better be street

With that East Coast slang that us country girls, we like
Low-cut caesars with the deep waves
Always comin' down, bobbin' our way
Tellin' us that country girls the kind of girls they like

I know some soldiers in here
They wanna take care of me
I know some soldiers in here
Don't mind takin' one for me
I know some soldiers in here
They wanna spend that on me
I know some soldiers in here
Wouldn't mind puttin' that on me

Call 'em Weezy F. Baby
Please say the baby
If you don't see me on the block, I ain't tryin'a hide
I blend in with the hood, I'm camouflage
Now everytime she hear my name, she salute!