Tela

Tela - Bring 'em Out lyrics

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Come on, come on
 Where they at?
 Come on, come on, come on, come on

 Come on outside who wanna ride with these big boys
 We got some big toys in the parking lot making big noise
 We bring dem hoes out like it summer
 Blowing marijuana while we rolling in that hummer
 With no drama
 Do what you wanna
 I make it hot like sun
 I get with ya later on
 Little momma give me your number
 I'm a call you on the under when we bring dem hoes out
 That's how them big boys do that pimp shit down south
 We bring dem hoes out da house
 While you keep em on leashes
 The game be the deepest making these pieces wanna freak us
 ugh behind tint so you can't see us
 It's me and Lokey sipping remy smoking cannibis and cheeba
 Ain't nothing sweeter than this/hit the switch
 I take a car load of pieces to the telly in the six
 From Memphis to Miami Atlanta to New Orleans
 When we come through your city bring dem hoes to the scene

 [Chorus x4]
 Where dem hoes at (where they at?)
 There dem hoes go (there they go)
 Bring dem hoes out (come on, come on)
 Let these hoes know (let em know)

 Bring dem hoes out/let em show out
 Blow the Mo' out/on the flow out
 Pussy blow out huh
 Roll on my arm ruby charm
 Six hun if it ain't get it it's whipless
 It ain't done
 Houston dem playas with dem aqua blue gators
 [???Al Cachoo vaders???] when the south navigate us
 To the ones in the club acting phoney and lonely
 I get hell when I'm roaming on sony blow some chronic
 Do you want me just show me what they hitting me fo
 Cause I be spitting up Mo'
 Crystal ice with X.O
 You wanna blow let me know
 Then I'll be your coach
 Just follow my ropes
 Sho' to make you some dough
 Then we all gon applaud
 Piss Crystal
 Ain't gotta be large shit holla at me ya'll
 Fall through the mall/pull a few draws
 Get to the club sho nuff take em off
 [Chorus x4]

 You need to bring em out regardless
 Here I come stop this
 We ain't need you locksmiths
 Rolling out the carpets
 Baby wanna shop shit
 Go and let her bop this
 I just wanna knock this
 You holding her for hostage
 Please lets stop this
 Give like Rap a Lot gives
 Bring them hoes to the club make em get topless
 Take the L charge it
 You don't want the largest
 Hold the hottest hoe let her go don't be a target
 Where dem hoes at there dem hoes go
 Don't stop this
 When we hit the club
 Give it up Dj drop this
 Parking lot topless
 Never be rock less
 Benzo chopped yeah smokey like chocolate

 [Chorus till fade
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rap-A-Lot Records

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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