Go With Me Lyrics - Mind Of Mannie Fresh - Mannie Fresh

(feat. Baby) 

I'ma ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball 

[Verse 1] 

This is it y'all 

The shit y'all 

Niggaz grab your dicks y'all 

Ladies in your best outfits y'all 

Killa fa shilla 

Slash pimp plus dealer 

Nobody realer 

On the manilla 

Just call me cute face 

Chubby waist 

Back back gimme space 

Not another motherfucking celebrity murder case 

Pimpin', Kobe in trouble 

Michael back in his bubble 

And my baby mama back 

To actin just like the devil 

I just can't believe 

They smoked up all of my weed 

Pmipin' they just don't want 

To see me achieve 

Man nothing at all 

Got my back on the wall 

But I'ma ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball (Yeah) 

[Chorus] 

Come on and go with me 

Walk through the store with me 

And you can get about a hundred pair of shoes 

She 

Really looking good 

She represent her hood 

I'm digging her she digging me 

And it's understood 

That we could be a couple 

My name up in her butthole 

Check me out 

Wipe me down 

I'm a pimp nukka 

Chevrolet doors 

Put some mink on them floors 

She put the Gucci sandals 

With the jeans 

Diamonds all on her toes 

[Verse 2] 

I know you lovin my car 

Holly-hood superstar 

And it's golds to these hoes 

Who don't know who I are 

I'm the leader my group 

Keep some weed in my coupe 

And I only let the baddest bitches 

Up in my loot 

Hey check out my shoes 

And I still ride them trues 

You can call me a crip 

Cause I give hoes the blues 

And I got your baby mother 

And I front her little brother half 

OZ's from my keys 

And he let me cut her 

Right down the middle 

And she lovin my pickle 

When we ride around town 

On the back of my 'sikul 

Thirteen hundred fo sho 

Thought you niggaz should know 

Wipe me down young pimpin 

When you walk through the door 

Push the five series, six series 

Seven and eight 

All different colors man 

How you gonna hate 

What the fuck 

Put my finger up 

And I'ma stand tall 

Ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3: Baby] 

See I feel ya Fresh 

Aint nothing but the hand 

Let's go through these niggaz neighborhood 

In sedan DeVilles 

Nigga 

With that gun in my hand 

Blowin that mary jane nigga 

With the ice like damn (DAMN!) 

If you know what I'm sayin 

I'm the Birdman bitch 

I'm in that Caddy on them twenty two's 

Alligator seats 

The Benz or the Beamer coupe 

It's all easy 

Lil Weezy just came through (what's up shorty?) 

It's nothin to a playa, bitch 

Just do you 

And stop hatin before I hit you with this chrome piece 

Nigga because the block is mine 

And I don't give a motherfuck 

I'ma tote my iron (Believe that) 

Or better yet 

I hit the hood and grind 

In candy paint 

Wipe me down 

Red gold on shine 

Well I'm a hood rich real nigga 

Flyer than ever 

Stunna and Mannie Fresh 

We gon get this cheddar (One) 

[Chorus]