Meet Your Fate Lyrics
| Song | Meet Your Fate |
| Artist | South Park Mexican |
| Album | SPM: The Purity Album |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| First verse (pimpstress)： | |
| Look here baby boo, let me give it to you | |
| Let me show you all the things that this girl can do | |
| Your world i wanna rock, wanna love you til' i drop | |
| I'm a thug like pac, when you touch my soft spot | |
| Straight from the heart, no one break us apart | |
| You been a good man to me, show me love from the start | |
| I know you get mad every now and then | |
| Last week i hit a curb, and messed up your rim | |
| But my baby don't trip, get the twenty, we dip | |
| Now we're back in the whip, where we sip and flip | |
| Can you take it how i give it? last more than a minute? | |
| Let's hit my homie's crib, with the elevator in it | |
| Laid up in the bed, or maybe the sauna | |
| In the kitchen, or the den, or the pack of your impala | |
| Ain't nothin' new, we still doin' our thang | |
| Candlelight dinners while i'm sippin' champagne | |
| Chorus (sevan): repeat 2x | |
| Let me.....be your thug | |
| Cuz every 24-7 | |
| I'm the one you're thinkin' of | |
| Second verse (pimpstress): | |
| See i'm out on my grind, with my bourgouis mind | |
| Flippin' candy toys while my steering wheel shine | |
| Matchin' twenty inches, gold pump on my switches | |
| Leather all my couches, tommy hil on my stitches | |
| Lemme show you my world, lemme be your thug girl | |
| We can do things with whipped cream and strawberry swirl | |
| I be your only referral, laid it down with no curls | |
| Don't worry about them other fellas all on my pearl | |
| They just close to me, tryin' to get in my p-con | |
| My feelings are for you and that ain't nothin' to sleep on | |
| Jump out of limosuines that got, five screens | |
| On d's, with two margerita machines | |
| Picked up by five oh | |
| Cruise the blue while i flow | |
| If you ever go broke, we can live off my flow | |
| These pigeons wanna block, wanna take what i got? | |
| But they just can't stop, cuz i'm solid as a rock | |
| Chorus | |
| Bridge (sevan): repeat 2x | |
| You want me to be your thug | |
| And i really want to show you love | |
| Third verse (pimpstress): | |
| Behind a good woman, a real man stands | |
| Takin' trips to cancun, tans to white sands | |
| Pitbulls on leashes, with platinum pieces | |
| My only ??? ??? ??? with tight creases | |
| Tattoo on his chest, gold t i caress | |
| I be the only pimpstress, never settle for less | |
| Brickettes and byzantine, it was all a dream | |
| As you unbutton my jeans, to see, my g-string | |
| I know your homeboys get jealous and hate | |
| Cuz they ain't had a date since 1988 | |
| Ridin' off in the sunset, doin' things we ain't done yet | |
| While jammin' your keith sweat, and sippin' on moet | |
| Chorus | |
| Bridge |
| First verse pimpstress: | |
| Look here baby boo, let me give it to you | |
| Let me show you all the things that this girl can do | |
| Your world i wanna rock, wanna love you til' i drop | |
| I' m a thug like pac, when you touch my soft spot | |
| Straight from the heart, no one break us apart | |
| You been a good man to me, show me love from the start | |
| I know you get mad every now and then | |
| Last week i hit a curb, and messed up your rim | |
| But my baby don' t trip, get the twenty, we dip | |
| Now we' re back in the whip, where we sip and flip | |
| Can you take it how i give it? last more than a minute? | |
| Let' s hit my homie' s crib, with the elevator in it | |
| Laid up in the bed, or maybe the sauna | |
| In the kitchen, or the den, or the pack of your impala | |
| Ain' t nothin' new, we still doin' our thang | |
| Candlelight dinners while i' m sippin' champagne | |
| Chorus sevan: repeat 2x | |
| Let me..... be your thug | |
| Cuz every 247 | |
| I' m the one you' re thinkin' of | |
| Second verse pimpstress: | |
| See i' m out on my grind, with my bourgouis mind | |
| Flippin' candy toys while my steering wheel shine | |
| Matchin' twenty inches, gold pump on my switches | |
| Leather all my couches, tommy hil on my stitches | |
| Lemme show you my world, lemme be your thug girl | |
| We can do things with whipped cream and strawberry swirl | |
| I be your only referral, laid it down with no curls | |
| Don' t worry about them other fellas all on my pearl | |
| They just close to me, tryin' to get in my pcon | |
| My feelings are for you and that ain' t nothin' to sleep on | |
| Jump out of limosuines that got, five screens | |
| On d' s, with two margerita machines | |
| Picked up by five oh | |
| Cruise the blue while i flow | |
| If you ever go broke, we can live off my flow | |
| These pigeons wanna block, wanna take what i got? | |
| But they just can' t stop, cuz i' m solid as a rock | |
| Chorus | |
| Bridge sevan: repeat 2x | |
| You want me to be your thug | |
| And i really want to show you love | |
| Third verse pimpstress: | |
| Behind a good woman, a real man stands | |
| Takin' trips to cancun, tans to white sands | |
| Pitbulls on leashes, with platinum pieces | |
| My only ??? ??? ??? with tight creases | |
| Tattoo on his chest, gold t i caress | |
| I be the only pimpstress, never settle for less | |
| Brickettes and byzantine, it was all a dream | |
| As you unbutton my jeans, to see, my gstring | |
| I know your homeboys get jealous and hate | |
| Cuz they ain' t had a date since 1988 | |
| Ridin' off in the sunset, doin' things we ain' t done yet | |
| While jammin' your keith sweat, and sippin' on moet | |
| Chorus | |
| Bridge |
| First verse pimpstress: | |
| Look here baby boo, let me give it to you | |
| Let me show you all the things that this girl can do | |
| Your world i wanna rock, wanna love you til' i drop | |
| I' m a thug like pac, when you touch my soft spot | |
| Straight from the heart, no one break us apart | |
| You been a good man to me, show me love from the start | |
| I know you get mad every now and then | |
| Last week i hit a curb, and messed up your rim | |
| But my baby don' t trip, get the twenty, we dip | |
| Now we' re back in the whip, where we sip and flip | |
| Can you take it how i give it? last more than a minute? | |
| Let' s hit my homie' s crib, with the elevator in it | |
| Laid up in the bed, or maybe the sauna | |
| In the kitchen, or the den, or the pack of your impala | |
| Ain' t nothin' new, we still doin' our thang | |
| Candlelight dinners while i' m sippin' champagne | |
| Chorus sevan: repeat 2x | |
| Let me..... be your thug | |
| Cuz every 247 | |
| I' m the one you' re thinkin' of | |
| Second verse pimpstress: | |
| See i' m out on my grind, with my bourgouis mind | |
| Flippin' candy toys while my steering wheel shine | |
| Matchin' twenty inches, gold pump on my switches | |
| Leather all my couches, tommy hil on my stitches | |
| Lemme show you my world, lemme be your thug girl | |
| We can do things with whipped cream and strawberry swirl | |
| I be your only referral, laid it down with no curls | |
| Don' t worry about them other fellas all on my pearl | |
| They just close to me, tryin' to get in my pcon | |
| My feelings are for you and that ain' t nothin' to sleep on | |
| Jump out of limosuines that got, five screens | |
| On d' s, with two margerita machines | |
| Picked up by five oh | |
| Cruise the blue while i flow | |
| If you ever go broke, we can live off my flow | |
| These pigeons wanna block, wanna take what i got? | |
| But they just can' t stop, cuz i' m solid as a rock | |
| Chorus | |
| Bridge sevan: repeat 2x | |
| You want me to be your thug | |
| And i really want to show you love | |
| Third verse pimpstress: | |
| Behind a good woman, a real man stands | |
| Takin' trips to cancun, tans to white sands | |
| Pitbulls on leashes, with platinum pieces | |
| My only ??? ??? ??? with tight creases | |
| Tattoo on his chest, gold t i caress | |
| I be the only pimpstress, never settle for less | |
| Brickettes and byzantine, it was all a dream | |
| As you unbutton my jeans, to see, my gstring | |
| I know your homeboys get jealous and hate | |
| Cuz they ain' t had a date since 1988 | |
| Ridin' off in the sunset, doin' things we ain' t done yet | |
| While jammin' your keith sweat, and sippin' on moet | |
| Chorus | |
| Bridge |
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