Geo Proffa
My momma ain't raised no bitch
Raised no
Raised no
Uh!
My momma ain't raised no bitch
Raised no
Raised no
Uh!
My momma ain't raised no bitch
Raised no
Raised no bitch, yuh
My momma ain't raised no bitch
No drip
No fit
No clip to hit
You better admit
My clip gone spray, double A to the gray, triple B to the E
Watch bitches gone flee, flee to the east
West side where I be
My cars on E
Drive 'round no keys
Now bitch you see
Cuttin up, runnin' laps
Flexin' with my tommy pack
Gimme that, guns go gat
Flock to the back, smokin' Gs with my pack
Cuh!
Cut on my wrist, better stand when I sit
I don't need that shit
Uh!
Whipping these breaks
I'm not fuckin' your bitch
I'm just gettin' it quick
Uh!
My doctor tryna' save me
My baby going crazy
But I'm feelin' kinda hazy
Got you bitches lookin' shady
Runnin' alcohol to Brady
Guess that shit was pretty tasty
Now these pussies gettin' shaky
Lookin like sum fuckin' gravy
Now I'm gunnin' like the navy
Brady going crazy
Touchdown it's rainy
Fuck dawg I'm lazy
Fucked off the mazy
Shit!
Shit!
Why they got to front about my time
Why these hoes thinkin' that I'm lyin'
Got a couple 40's on my lap
Tellin' me to stay strapped
Think I seen you from the past
Damn, yuh
My baby steady fuckin' up this shit
Yea
My baby gonna have to do the splits
Yea
My baby over here lookin' fit
Yea
My baby 'bout to let the bass hit
Yea
My baby comin' up with the clip
Tell me what it is
Tell me, who are you?
What it do, lil boo
Comin' quick to get nude
'Cause she feelin' the mood
So I beat it up quick, no time to get lit
'Cuz it's paper all the time, now I'm bustin' these rhymes
Couple shorties on my lap, say they feelin' my vibes
I'm just tryna' make a mil, no time to pa-pipe
Pussy poppin' on my line
You would think I be tryin', but I'm just sittin' in line, thinking shit!
My hands gettin' cold, think I'm drippin' with gold
Double deuces on my back, know these hoes gone fold
But my money still green and them checks still white
Yea, my money still green and them checks still white
My money still green and them checks still white
My money still green and them checks still white
I'm just feelin' the fright
Said she lovin' the night
Them snakes in the night
But girl, that's alright
I don't fuck with the light
Know my strap tied tight
Keep my 40 on sight
And if I see em in the night, know I gotta' end a figure with a fully loaded choppa
I'ma always pull the trigger, I'ma certified killer
I'ma pull up way bigger, 'til I fuckin' kill a bitch-a
Empty the clip, 'til the AK rip
Till the AK snip
Till that pussy go whipped
Got a hard as grip, think she's feelin' my dick
Think I gotta unzip, because she feelin' me up
And I'm just lovin' the touch, but nothing more than a rub
'Cause when day hits night, i'm a sucker for love
Raised no
Raised no
Uh!
My momma ain't raised no bitch
Raised no
Raised no
Uh!
My momma ain't raised no bitch
Raised no
Raised no bitch, yuh
My momma ain't raised no bitch
No drip
No fit
No clip to hit
You better admit
My clip gone spray, double A to the gray, triple B to the E
Watch bitches gone flee, flee to the east
West side where I be
My cars on E
Drive 'round no keys
Now bitch you see
Cuttin up, runnin' laps
Flexin' with my tommy pack
Gimme that, guns go gat
Flock to the back, smokin' Gs with my pack
Cuh!
Cut on my wrist, better stand when I sit
I don't need that shit
Uh!
Whipping these breaks
I'm not fuckin' your bitch
I'm just gettin' it quick
Uh!
My doctor tryna' save me
My baby going crazy
But I'm feelin' kinda hazy
Got you bitches lookin' shady
Runnin' alcohol to Brady
Guess that shit was pretty tasty
Now these pussies gettin' shaky
Lookin like sum fuckin' gravy
Now I'm gunnin' like the navy
Brady going crazy
Touchdown it's rainy
Fuck dawg I'm lazy
Fucked off the mazy
Shit!
Shit!
Why they got to front about my time
Why these hoes thinkin' that I'm lyin'
Got a couple 40's on my lap
Tellin' me to stay strapped
Think I seen you from the past
Damn, yuh
My baby steady fuckin' up this shit
Yea
My baby gonna have to do the splits
Yea
My baby over here lookin' fit
Yea
My baby 'bout to let the bass hit
Yea
My baby comin' up with the clip
Tell me what it is
Tell me, who are you?
What it do, lil boo
Comin' quick to get nude
'Cause she feelin' the mood
So I beat it up quick, no time to get lit
'Cuz it's paper all the time, now I'm bustin' these rhymes
Couple shorties on my lap, say they feelin' my vibes
I'm just tryna' make a mil, no time to pa-pipe
Pussy poppin' on my line
You would think I be tryin', but I'm just sittin' in line, thinking shit!
My hands gettin' cold, think I'm drippin' with gold
Double deuces on my back, know these hoes gone fold
But my money still green and them checks still white
Yea, my money still green and them checks still white
My money still green and them checks still white
My money still green and them checks still white
I'm just feelin' the fright
Said she lovin' the night
Them snakes in the night
But girl, that's alright
I don't fuck with the light
Know my strap tied tight
Keep my 40 on sight
And if I see em in the night, know I gotta' end a figure with a fully loaded choppa
I'ma always pull the trigger, I'ma certified killer
I'ma pull up way bigger, 'til I fuckin' kill a bitch-a
Empty the clip, 'til the AK rip
Till the AK snip
Till that pussy go whipped
Got a hard as grip, think she's feelin' my dick
Think I gotta unzip, because she feelin' me up
And I'm just lovin' the touch, but nothing more than a rub
'Cause when day hits night, i'm a sucker for love
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Writer(s): Grant Page
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