My homie's a magician with the tec Make your chain disappear and reappear on his neck I ain't tricking with you hoes, but shit don't ask him Only thing I give a bitch? A fucking orgasm I'll throw you in the river, hands tied tight Watch your ass drown, feel it in the air tonight I'm spitting that dope shit, smoking on regulars Writing 16's like internet child predators Rocking that 10 deep, but I stay dolo You wearing polo, who are you, Young Dro? I'm fifth floor at the Bellagio Vegas bitches that's resembling Rosario Dawson, awesome, hit the head, mario Sorry yo my tongue long, she squirted off the sheets She gave me that Becky, I gave her that yoshi The only time you niggas touch keys is Motif Go and sell a beat, you never sold a rock Still be sitting on the couch if I was signed to Koch Could've signed to The Roc, nah I'm signed to the streets The D is the only thing that's profiting for me Feeling like big meech, when we're about to cook up But not the one from BMF dawg, the one from Lynwood It ain't a nigga I know Three years straight 3 dollar blows Good any hood, anywhere I go I'm straight Nigga hit me with a hundred cause the look on my face Mama I'm honored to be your son Could snatch a stack of stamps out and not rip a single one Used to be in a rush, to finish off my sack I was so thirsty dawg, sold a pregnant bitch crack Let her pay me extra, smoke it in the back Then she came back Tities on smacking herself on the back Talking about something crawling on her Looking like the world's falling on her And I pushed it You rub the foots of the bitches I mushed Funky ass cutlass 3 deep, blowing kush [?] got her shook Started reading once the judge threw the fucking book But the block was off the hook, said fuck class Off them same pills that had Carlton dancing fast Young buck, look, now a grown up Now I pop those same pills, listening to Donuts I rap like I bet my life because in all actuality, nigga I did You rap like you used to hit the pipe Nah nigga that ain't crack, that's crack head shit Rep that shit, Will tell a bitch You wouldn't break a brick, you ain't seeing this dick You trick on the bitch, dawg you ain't rich Take a bitch to the movies, take her to the crib You seeing Brown? Nope, never About to live the title of the greatest rapper everTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
