A Lil Sumthin Sumthin
Rollin through the block bumpin Jim Jones So Harlem "shit is getting funny to me"
I got a hundred on the sack
Wit my buddies in the back
Dreamin bout a life a luxury
Were takin notes from The Weatherman
He my inspiration man
Tryna stack some rubber bands
Bout a couple hundred grand
Ain't nothing bumpin like an old school masterpiece
I don't gang bang
But i've slang caine
And all my boys did the same thing
Heard them shots rang
But we don't sang
There ain't no slip of this tongue rang
5 point 0 like a mustang
Its white and black like ying yang
We cook shit up like Wolfgang
Fuck yea i'm the man Ima let my nuts hang
Lickety split wit this lyrical shit
Not much more then a musical misfit
Wit a permit to submit my whole track list to transmit
Wearing you out like a fit bit when you unfit smell me like a musty armpit
Roll another blunt n im takin a hit
Mary Jane for life bitch I'll never quit
Tightly knit like a sowing kit
Full of voices and conflict not gonna baby sit you mother fucking hypocrites
Yo
Coming out fast like liquid shits
You fake like money thats counterfeit
All y'all fuckers can suck my dick
My shit look like a banana split
Harder then a peach pit
Y'all gonna see the size of it
Bit by bit when I bite ya tits
I'll spread your legs to reverse split
Ever clipped a closepin on your clit
Catch my nut like a baseball mit
Squirting on the road bring a travel kit
Tryna force it in wit some fuckin spit
Pray it goes in to ya slit
If it don't fit you must aquit
Ha ha ha ha ohh shit
You heard that last little tid bit
My Juice up in the house bitch
You know we ain't talkin Sunkist
Downward dog then flip you over let me taste them fucking lips
Rollin thru the block bumping Jim Jones So Harlem "shit is getting funny to me"
I got a hundred on the sack
Wit my buddies in the back
Dreamin bout a life a luxury
Were takin notes from The Weatherman
He my inspiration man
Tryna stack some rubber bands
Bout a couple hundred grand
Ain't nothing bumpin like an old school masterpiece
Y'all move in slow mo
Like a strip show
Feelin so so
Duckin po po
No ammo
When the 4 4
Let the head go
Get the crossbow
Street light glow
On the patio
In the damn snow
Makin bankroll
Stu Workflow
No free throw
Tick tack toe
Fuck a skank hoe
Falling off like vertigo
Playin that bitch like a radio
Im Smacking her ass like a bongo
Bitch is signing over her escrow
Down on her knees she about to blow
I'ma lock her down like a fuckin C.O
Now my gizmo all up in her mouth woah
She eatin my meat like an Eskimo
We wet n silly in a bungalow
As I change up the mother fucking tempo
Like you didnt know the albino got flow
Im just getting started like an embryo
I can even sing in falsetto
While I play flamenco n go commando
Write a manifesto
I'm no John Doe
It's Apache bitch now enjoy my show
Rollin thru the block bumping Jim Jones So Harlem "shit is getting funny to me"
I got a hundred on the sack
Wit my buddies in the back
Dreamin bout a life a luxury
Were takin notes from The Weatherman
He my inspiration man
Tryna stack some rubber bands
Bout a couple hundred grand
Ain't nothing bumpin like an old school masterpiece
I got a hundred on the sack
Wit my buddies in the back
Dreamin bout a life a luxury
Were takin notes from The Weatherman
He my inspiration man
Tryna stack some rubber bands
Bout a couple hundred grand
Ain't nothing bumpin like an old school masterpiece
I don't gang bang
But i've slang caine
And all my boys did the same thing
Heard them shots rang
But we don't sang
There ain't no slip of this tongue rang
5 point 0 like a mustang
Its white and black like ying yang
We cook shit up like Wolfgang
Fuck yea i'm the man Ima let my nuts hang
Lickety split wit this lyrical shit
Not much more then a musical misfit
Wit a permit to submit my whole track list to transmit
Wearing you out like a fit bit when you unfit smell me like a musty armpit
Roll another blunt n im takin a hit
Mary Jane for life bitch I'll never quit
Tightly knit like a sowing kit
Full of voices and conflict not gonna baby sit you mother fucking hypocrites
Yo
Coming out fast like liquid shits
You fake like money thats counterfeit
All y'all fuckers can suck my dick
My shit look like a banana split
Harder then a peach pit
Y'all gonna see the size of it
Bit by bit when I bite ya tits
I'll spread your legs to reverse split
Ever clipped a closepin on your clit
Catch my nut like a baseball mit
Squirting on the road bring a travel kit
Tryna force it in wit some fuckin spit
Pray it goes in to ya slit
If it don't fit you must aquit
Ha ha ha ha ohh shit
You heard that last little tid bit
My Juice up in the house bitch
You know we ain't talkin Sunkist
Downward dog then flip you over let me taste them fucking lips
Rollin thru the block bumping Jim Jones So Harlem "shit is getting funny to me"
I got a hundred on the sack
Wit my buddies in the back
Dreamin bout a life a luxury
Were takin notes from The Weatherman
He my inspiration man
Tryna stack some rubber bands
Bout a couple hundred grand
Ain't nothing bumpin like an old school masterpiece
Y'all move in slow mo
Like a strip show
Feelin so so
Duckin po po
No ammo
When the 4 4
Let the head go
Get the crossbow
Street light glow
On the patio
In the damn snow
Makin bankroll
Stu Workflow
No free throw
Tick tack toe
Fuck a skank hoe
Falling off like vertigo
Playin that bitch like a radio
Im Smacking her ass like a bongo
Bitch is signing over her escrow
Down on her knees she about to blow
I'ma lock her down like a fuckin C.O
Now my gizmo all up in her mouth woah
She eatin my meat like an Eskimo
We wet n silly in a bungalow
As I change up the mother fucking tempo
Like you didnt know the albino got flow
Im just getting started like an embryo
I can even sing in falsetto
While I play flamenco n go commando
Write a manifesto
I'm no John Doe
It's Apache bitch now enjoy my show
Rollin thru the block bumping Jim Jones So Harlem "shit is getting funny to me"
I got a hundred on the sack
Wit my buddies in the back
Dreamin bout a life a luxury
Were takin notes from The Weatherman
He my inspiration man
Tryna stack some rubber bands
Bout a couple hundred grand
Ain't nothing bumpin like an old school masterpiece
Credits
Writer(s): David Marshall
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