Sin City
Hey, I've missed you
I've been thinking about you... alot
Goodness gracious man, we out here
Thinking about
Say word
Touching you
The kid came in talkin' noise like a big boy
Never will I switch up no fouls or no hiccups
Cambo if you throw the lob you'll get your assists up
Swear to God, God said himself that we're next up
So gone keep yo head up
Even when you're fed up
Aye, look baby mama trippin' been a week since I kissed her
Shawty still trippin so I went and f her sister
Yea I guess I'm that guy you say that I'm the bad guy
But never try to ho though I ain't leave you with that black eye
Like that nigga from Desoto
I can see it all from your face like a GoPro
I done seen it all like I bought whole whole box season dawg
Look never sleepin' dawg I don't take the weekend off uh
All these fake guys fam I can do without
I done rolled snake eyes so much I've lost count
Aye, the kid came in talkin' noise like a big boy
never will I switch up no fouls or no hiccups
Cambo if you throw the lob u get your assists up
Uh, aye, look
Aye I'm the one that call the shots like I'm John Stock (That right)
I'm the one that got the scoop on yo whole group (Hey)
I'm the one that shoot the pistol like I'm Billy Crystal, aye
(He's crazy)
Aye 'm the one that call the shots like I'm John Stock (That right)
I'm the one that got the scoop on yo whole group (Hey)
I'm the one that shoot the pistol like I'm Billy Crystal
Face it
Another windy night
LAX paper jet take another flight
I feel my days are gettin' lonelier
Can't even call my old fling she gettin' phonier
I phoned her up anyway 'cause I'm down and out
An hour later Jason asked me what she hollarin' 'bout
But I don't kiss and tell cleanse it like the Massengill
My eyes are really on the
Goddess body so hot she give me cold shoulders
I said "Red Rover
Could you please send the Lucy from the heavens over?"
How you killed the competition with no weapons on ya?
Same way a look from Medusa's eye'll stone ya
She don't know my real name she call me Coach Tev
"Coach Tev can u rub me down with both hands?"
Shit I wiped that ho down think Lil Boosie would be proud
Bish now take them clothes off and get in this bed
Oh Lord Jezebel all up in my head
I was tempted by that flesh yea I got undressed
My baby girl's home sleep and look I'm in the streets
Oh shit I think I'm falling for my side piece, fuck
35 North trunk bangin' like a corpse
Is probably in it but I won't confess it to the courts
Crystal meth, LSD, drugs of all sorts
Only way you cop it plug yo headphones in the ports
And now you've been exposed baby have you wiped your nose lately?
Residue is resonating cross the globe lately
Kill it with the drug talk
Meet me at the boardwalk
3am sharp and flash your lights when you park
And kid I swear if you the Narcs I'll feed yo body to the sharks
Call up UPS and send your momma body parts
Look arm-leg-leg-arm
Headin' toward your firearm
Don't be silly keep calm
I figuratively pulled your arm
Now let's get to business here
Why yo fella isn't here?
Oh that's right the other weekend Rocko threw him off the pier
You can't box with the gawd plus I run the mob
Nicky Barnes in the flesh send one through yo chest
I'm the one that call the shots like I'm John Stock
I'm the one that got the scoop on yo whole group
I'm the one that shoot the pistol like I'm Billy Crystal, sheesh
(Crazy)
Your warmth
Grab my ass
Now smack it (Smack)
Smack it again (Smack)
Smack it one more time (Smack)
I've been thinking about you... alot
Goodness gracious man, we out here
Thinking about
Say word
Touching you
The kid came in talkin' noise like a big boy
Never will I switch up no fouls or no hiccups
Cambo if you throw the lob you'll get your assists up
Swear to God, God said himself that we're next up
So gone keep yo head up
Even when you're fed up
Aye, look baby mama trippin' been a week since I kissed her
Shawty still trippin so I went and f her sister
Yea I guess I'm that guy you say that I'm the bad guy
But never try to ho though I ain't leave you with that black eye
Like that nigga from Desoto
I can see it all from your face like a GoPro
I done seen it all like I bought whole whole box season dawg
Look never sleepin' dawg I don't take the weekend off uh
All these fake guys fam I can do without
I done rolled snake eyes so much I've lost count
Aye, the kid came in talkin' noise like a big boy
never will I switch up no fouls or no hiccups
Cambo if you throw the lob u get your assists up
Uh, aye, look
Aye I'm the one that call the shots like I'm John Stock (That right)
I'm the one that got the scoop on yo whole group (Hey)
I'm the one that shoot the pistol like I'm Billy Crystal, aye
(He's crazy)
Aye 'm the one that call the shots like I'm John Stock (That right)
I'm the one that got the scoop on yo whole group (Hey)
I'm the one that shoot the pistol like I'm Billy Crystal
Face it
Another windy night
LAX paper jet take another flight
I feel my days are gettin' lonelier
Can't even call my old fling she gettin' phonier
I phoned her up anyway 'cause I'm down and out
An hour later Jason asked me what she hollarin' 'bout
But I don't kiss and tell cleanse it like the Massengill
My eyes are really on the
Goddess body so hot she give me cold shoulders
I said "Red Rover
Could you please send the Lucy from the heavens over?"
How you killed the competition with no weapons on ya?
Same way a look from Medusa's eye'll stone ya
She don't know my real name she call me Coach Tev
"Coach Tev can u rub me down with both hands?"
Shit I wiped that ho down think Lil Boosie would be proud
Bish now take them clothes off and get in this bed
Oh Lord Jezebel all up in my head
I was tempted by that flesh yea I got undressed
My baby girl's home sleep and look I'm in the streets
Oh shit I think I'm falling for my side piece, fuck
35 North trunk bangin' like a corpse
Is probably in it but I won't confess it to the courts
Crystal meth, LSD, drugs of all sorts
Only way you cop it plug yo headphones in the ports
And now you've been exposed baby have you wiped your nose lately?
Residue is resonating cross the globe lately
Kill it with the drug talk
Meet me at the boardwalk
3am sharp and flash your lights when you park
And kid I swear if you the Narcs I'll feed yo body to the sharks
Call up UPS and send your momma body parts
Look arm-leg-leg-arm
Headin' toward your firearm
Don't be silly keep calm
I figuratively pulled your arm
Now let's get to business here
Why yo fella isn't here?
Oh that's right the other weekend Rocko threw him off the pier
You can't box with the gawd plus I run the mob
Nicky Barnes in the flesh send one through yo chest
I'm the one that call the shots like I'm John Stock
I'm the one that got the scoop on yo whole group
I'm the one that shoot the pistol like I'm Billy Crystal, sheesh
(Crazy)
Your warmth
Grab my ass
Now smack it (Smack)
Smack it again (Smack)
Smack it one more time (Smack)
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Writer(s): Tevyn Jenkins
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