Loud Pipes Lyrics

Loud Pipes lyrics

Verse 1: (Mannie)
Wha wha wha nigga nigga

I put piss stains on private
planes cuz its my jet nigga
Money aint shit cuz 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
Cuz 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