Iron Shit
Yeah
Vibe out wit' me
Just count come on count
My hustlin' niggas who only cop large amounts
It's no more time left get it and breeze South
You working with a ounce
Dude you need to quarry a new hustle
Hit the gym lil nigga Hire some new muscle
Get your dough like steps Put your hoe in check
When you really get to know your connect you stick 'em up
In this game gotta live wit' regrets
For instance, take his bitch like Face did Frank
Hook her up Shorty got the mean frame right Look at her
Switch make a nigga wants eat that I'm fuckin' wit' you
The bitch official Extracurricular
And what more can I say I live it up Back money trucks up like Scrooge McDuck
Or Montana I give you the Tom Cruise deluxe
Vanilla Sky Let me live while I count these bucks
Obstacles in my path I'ma tear shit up
What you thought Y'all won't leave me slumped
The Lord knows my faith still I keep a big gun
I threw her the nun suit You should know what's up
You should just know what a nigga want
To change you appearance and ride wit' me
A freak in the bed, classy on the street
Whatever the occasion she gon' clap her heat
But I don't really care what a bitch want
As long as she know what a nigga need
Well I'm about to light up this Cali funk
And you should think twice 'for you fuck wit' me
Iron Shit
Shoot up clubs Shoot up drugs
Fuck fat bitches Do whatever the hell you want
Sleep on the job Pull out your titties Fuck for money
He a baller, get 9 Milly and touch money and count, come on count
My gigolos leaving women wit' debts breaking out
To the ladies who love em 'til they suddenly change routes
You looking for a spouse
Well I'm the wrong man for the position
I'll be the first to admit that I ain't shit
You better off trying to digest iron shit
I'm a pain in the ass, you're a classy chick
My life rough Talkin' 'bout you wanta' roll wit' rush huh
Well can you drive stick Ma Hold this clutch Grumble that bud
Twist, lick and roll that up Know what's up
You fuckin' wit' that lame He' a lobster
What you need is a thug The G. Prez mobster
You should just know what a nigga want
To change you appearance and ride wit' me
A freak in the bed, classy on the street
Whatever the occasion she gon' clap her heat
But I don't really care what a bitch want
As long as she know what a nigga need
Well I'm about to light up this Cali funk
And you should think twice 'for you fuck wit' me
Iron Shit
This where you bitches wrong You stayin' after I nut
Tryna' engage a nigga 'fore I finish my brunch
Bring your own drinks I ain't here to get you drunk
No love makin' Rough sex, hard dick you won
I can't front I won't call if I hit you once
Unless your head game right like you study for months
I ain't falling asleep after I beat
Just help me find my keys I got people to see
And don't be calling all across town looking for the lad
I told you You' my emergency nookie in a glass
No emotional discussions
Most important thing is no rubber no fuckin'
And that's all I'm gon' bring ya'
You already know what I want, coller
Knowledge in the front seat of the Impala
College Heard you was a scholar
Well I need a tudor cuz knowledge is power Holla
You should just know what a nigga want
To change you appearance and ride wit' me
A freak in the bed, classy on the street
Whatever the occasion she gon' clap her heat
But I don't really care what a bitch want
As long as she know what a nigga need
Well I'm about to light up this Cali funk
And you should think twice 'for you fuck wit' me
Iron Shit
Vibe out wit' me
Just count come on count
My hustlin' niggas who only cop large amounts
It's no more time left get it and breeze South
You working with a ounce
Dude you need to quarry a new hustle
Hit the gym lil nigga Hire some new muscle
Get your dough like steps Put your hoe in check
When you really get to know your connect you stick 'em up
In this game gotta live wit' regrets
For instance, take his bitch like Face did Frank
Hook her up Shorty got the mean frame right Look at her
Switch make a nigga wants eat that I'm fuckin' wit' you
The bitch official Extracurricular
And what more can I say I live it up Back money trucks up like Scrooge McDuck
Or Montana I give you the Tom Cruise deluxe
Vanilla Sky Let me live while I count these bucks
Obstacles in my path I'ma tear shit up
What you thought Y'all won't leave me slumped
The Lord knows my faith still I keep a big gun
I threw her the nun suit You should know what's up
You should just know what a nigga want
To change you appearance and ride wit' me
A freak in the bed, classy on the street
Whatever the occasion she gon' clap her heat
But I don't really care what a bitch want
As long as she know what a nigga need
Well I'm about to light up this Cali funk
And you should think twice 'for you fuck wit' me
Iron Shit
Shoot up clubs Shoot up drugs
Fuck fat bitches Do whatever the hell you want
Sleep on the job Pull out your titties Fuck for money
He a baller, get 9 Milly and touch money and count, come on count
My gigolos leaving women wit' debts breaking out
To the ladies who love em 'til they suddenly change routes
You looking for a spouse
Well I'm the wrong man for the position
I'll be the first to admit that I ain't shit
You better off trying to digest iron shit
I'm a pain in the ass, you're a classy chick
My life rough Talkin' 'bout you wanta' roll wit' rush huh
Well can you drive stick Ma Hold this clutch Grumble that bud
Twist, lick and roll that up Know what's up
You fuckin' wit' that lame He' a lobster
What you need is a thug The G. Prez mobster
You should just know what a nigga want
To change you appearance and ride wit' me
A freak in the bed, classy on the street
Whatever the occasion she gon' clap her heat
But I don't really care what a bitch want
As long as she know what a nigga need
Well I'm about to light up this Cali funk
And you should think twice 'for you fuck wit' me
Iron Shit
This where you bitches wrong You stayin' after I nut
Tryna' engage a nigga 'fore I finish my brunch
Bring your own drinks I ain't here to get you drunk
No love makin' Rough sex, hard dick you won
I can't front I won't call if I hit you once
Unless your head game right like you study for months
I ain't falling asleep after I beat
Just help me find my keys I got people to see
And don't be calling all across town looking for the lad
I told you You' my emergency nookie in a glass
No emotional discussions
Most important thing is no rubber no fuckin'
And that's all I'm gon' bring ya'
You already know what I want, coller
Knowledge in the front seat of the Impala
College Heard you was a scholar
Well I need a tudor cuz knowledge is power Holla
You should just know what a nigga want
To change you appearance and ride wit' me
A freak in the bed, classy on the street
Whatever the occasion she gon' clap her heat
But I don't really care what a bitch want
As long as she know what a nigga need
Well I'm about to light up this Cali funk
And you should think twice 'for you fuck wit' me
Iron Shit
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Writer(s): Avishalom Levi
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