Loud Pipes Lyrics - Hot Boys

Verse 1: (Mannie) 

Wha wha wha nigga nigga 

I put piss stains on private planes 'cause its my jet nigga 

Money aint 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--yall dont know? 

I'll give you a hint: see that bitch you with? 

He fucked that hoe 

Now look here, yall aint seen my watch, its like harlem world video 

White diamonds, red rubies, blue baugettes, I dont know 

Shorty, when tha next time imma be up in your bed 

I love you? you love me? 

Well go head on and gimme some head 

Chorus: 2x (Juvenile) 

Loud pipes big rims 

Wodie thats our life 

When we pull up at the club 

Sorry thats our night 

I know a lot of haters out there sayin 

That thats not right 

But our diamonds are much bigger 

So thats 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 aint 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, thats why the choppa is mine 

Hit my block in my benz hoe with stretch tires 

Bought a new car that I couldnt drive 

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 dont need no job 

Chorus 2x 

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 thats the finest wine 

20 inches is the only thing i sit my shit on 

Dont bring ya bitch around me 

'cause my dick she'll wanna sit on 

And I aint gonna tell her nothin different 

Thats 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 aint 20 g's or betta 

Me and Wayne take the left 

Juve and Baby take the right 

Its dark in the room, we hold up our watches and its light 

Cash Money millionaires livin a hell of a life 

Like my nigga weezay said, we surrounded by ice 

Chorus (2x) 

(Lil Wayne) 

whoa whoa whoa 

Now im 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 

Got 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 blocks front blocks 

Still in all, me and Slim in the Rover 

Beatrice brick holder, Cash Money young soulja 

Chorus & talking til fade