Lyrics:
by
Say hi, spend time, meet your guy
Who I'll probably never talk to
Again in my life, That's fine
That's a lie, man I gotta draw the line
Listen up
Beemer with the Florida State tag
Hair did, tatted up, wit a whole lotta ass
Headed to the strip club with a whole lotta cash
In the back surrounded by
The Mr. throw the deuce up
Paint still drippin' like it's fresh up out the shower
12 in the cut a couple shots of blunt power?
I rep that fo' five flat
the ops and henchmen Ox’ll sock offensives/
Luss the truth I spew the deuce like puke it hits you lose a tooth/
Medullas blew, ya noodles black and blue
the 3
Tryin to put my deuce up in the crib ain't worried about no fee
I've been ballin but I ain't ever fallin these hoes keep watchin me
Always on my
ain't freezin'
Yeah I'ma let 'em have it
Shooters matchin' Gucci bandanas
Fuck around and do it on the camera
Like, look at all these bands I done ran up
steamed up waffle windows
Did I say Kinetic? I meant Wii-U by Nintendo
We're on the road off to another show
We got to go i'll call you later bro
Every
feel the same way
Guess I gotta cut you loose
Say goodbye chuck up the deuce
Saying goodbye to you is hard
Even tho you left me scarred damn
I was
lose shit
Feeling like I'm breezy way I'm chucking up the deuces
restaurants
My Cadillac hops
I'm strong as an ox
I'ma fly by
And chunk deuce at the cop
Cause I'm
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil Bing]
I'm rollin' non stop
the deuce to the ten
Vinnie a carnivore y'all is arugula fem
Mecca Medina followed by Jerusalem then
I'm a gorilla from the Biblical zoo with the pen
Kool
a rope
You clown jokesters pose for poser posters
Told you when I woke up hold it like holsters
And Stop! While fold the rest of my clothes up
Love
her
Mascara on my zipper, then twist and flip her
Hit her like a babysitter watchin' a motion picture
Niggas think she's a stripper by her hips
regular
Shit nigga, probably some regular shit like
All the new blocks, pour it up with me
They pourin' fours
Percs and bloods, shit is regular nigga like
focused like a Mason
Excuse me, eyes focused like Horus a God in the making
I broke bad while these other niggaz Brokeback (Faggot)
Emasculated by the media
Never thought
They'd be problems
Make me rot
Pray to him to help me stop
Making progress to the top
Step by step i'm climbing up
Reach my goals
Ain't
Jobs
thicker than soda boy
Muddy muddy double cup Up on that pony
Sippy sippy no henny straight leany leany
Bumpy imma Champagne papi
with the deuce up
On my (What that deuce like?)
Ayy, wait, look, yeah (Wow, okay)
Yeah
Bread of the Lamb and I'm ready to eat, eat
(Eat, eat)
I got an attitude, yup,
goose
And I come to make war not a truce
Fuck who they feelin'! Fuck who they bumpin'
I'll hang that shit up by a noose
Man I swear I'll kill all of
These
fuck up my mind
I just can't let that slide
Give an inch you take a mile
Then multiply by five
I see that look in your eyes
I know your soul on fire
Yeah, you know son
You know um, It's things I need to tell you man, for real
Growing up in Harlem man
And trying to explain what it means to be
really want it (uh)
I’m sinister, alert the press, the Prime Minister
Damn if feels good to see people up on it (yeah)
I’m sinister, alert the press,
nigga what you selling?
I got xanax, percocet
Bad bitches with bomb sex
They nymphos
Chrome mags and black tecs
Sour deez, that good smoke
Price going up
with my lyrics plus i never stumble why lie
I Tell the truth when I tie the noose around you dudes keep it tight it’s never loose
Drop a deuce
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