Lonely

Yeah, mane, this Dre Day

We had to make one for all the ballers, all the hustlers, and players

Who out here ridin' on them thangs

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

You ride the street wheels

And when you come to the light, the

Vehicle stop, but the rims keep spinnin'

Then you gon' dig this here shit

You lightin' your truck up with the TV

You got your wang in the back

You heard what I'm talkin' 'bout?

This one for you, player

Turn your TV's on, light your truck up

Turn your TV's on, light your car up

You got a system in that trunk, let it whine

23'S, kinfolks, do your thang

Turn your TV's on, light your truck up

Turn your TV's on, light your car up

You got a system in that trunk, let it whine

23'S, kinfolks, do your thang

Skinny Pimp been putting TV's in vehicles

DVD's, CD's, and big wheels, big dealers

Customize how we ride, with them choppers on our side

Screens fall out the sky, doin' my due cruisin' by

Leather seats stuffed with cream, with a great fresh design

Windows tinted, don't look in it, plus my hoes lookin' fine

Twenty-tre's we rotate, when we shoot past by y'all

My wrist flinging out the window, look like Kermit the Frog

Eyes poppin' off your head, 'cause we clean, clean, clean

We clean, clean, clean, chillin', me, that's my team

Benz trucks and Yuki's, Range Rovers and Lex

Tahoes and Excursions, we sacks and P packs

Turn your TV's on, light your truck up

Turn your TV's on, light your car up

You got a system in that trunk, let it whine

23'S, kinfolks, do your thang

Turn your TV's on, light your truck up

Turn your TV's on, light your car up

You got a system in that trunk, let it whine

23'S, kinfolks, do your thang

You got them brand new socks and shoes, 22's

You feelin' fine, your TV screen, mile high

Plus you sippin' wine, that crissy crissy or that Mo

Or that grape Goose, you feelin' loose with your ho

Ain't no dreams in this S-type Jag

I'm watchin' screens in this S-type Jag, 2K, NFL Madden

It's like that when you're straight from the North

Been burnin' suckers blocks, movin' nothin' but that raw

Yo, my whole life changed when I jumped in somethin' foreign

I been bangin' raw, but the broads got foreign

Yo Gotti hit your hood sideways

I'm blazed, throwin' that phase in your face

'Til they feel the ammonia

Yo Gotti

Turn your TV's on, light your truck up

Turn your TV's on, light your car up

You got a system in that trunk, let it whine

23'S, kinfolks, do your thang

Turn your TV's on, light your truck up

Turn your TV's on, light your car up

You got a system in that trunk, let it whine

23'S, kinfolks, do your thang

Yo, this big Ball

You know a player like me came to straight up keep it raw

The hardest pimpin' nigga that you bitches ever saw

I come from Memphis, Tenn, where niggas all about they chain

And all the real players know my name and my game

The bitches that I kick it with, they like to keep it crunk

They smokin' sticky with me, poppin' necks, and love to fuck

And then I go right to the studio and drop verses

Go do a show and never give a fuck 'bout rehearsin'

Get on a plane, flip to ATL and get some peaches

Miami at the Taj, chillin' on South Beaches

My Rap Hustler homies pull up chiefin' with some bitches

Screens fallin' out the sky on 23 inches

Turn your TV's on, light your truck up

Turn your TV's on, light your car up

You got a system in that trunk, let it whine

23'S, kinfolks, do your thang

Turn your TV's on, light your truck up

Turn your TV's on, light your car up

You got a system in that trunk, let it whine

23'S, kinfolks, do your thang

Turn your TV's on, light your truck up

Turn your TV's on, light your car up

You got a system in that trunk, let it whine

23'S, kinfolks, do your thang

Turn your TV's on, light your truck up

Turn your TV's on, light your car up

You got a system in that trunk, let it whine

23'S, kinfolks, do your thang