Hot Fries
(That shit Diffrent)
I ordered the beef and then I gave her my fries
If they told you "Diffrent" then them boys told you lies
West side playa made her
Stand in line like Popeyes
Que pasa amigo
No se papa
I got chips like Pringles
Cuz they stack to the sky
This for all the haters tried to
Dampen my shine
I just wish that I could say the things on my mind
I guess everything come to the surface
Due time
90210
I served a zip at a time
I remember times
When I would flip on a dime
Now dimes want a pic
Cuz ya boy Rick on the climb
She said its, all over her hands and on her lips like hot fries
Everybody mad at me they say I'm not nice
Real Nigga Academy taught me roll the dice
Everything they say I couldn't do
Is every little single thing
That's finally coming through
All of my dreams, coming true
Didn't see it coming out the blue
YA YA
Niggas on my back, I'm on they neck
That's fasho
Sippin on this _______ I'm getting wrecked
That's a go
Niggas tussle over bitches
That's a hoe
Niggas claim they knew me
That's a load
Every time the camera see my face
That's a pose
Came in with a 22 on my waist
Thats a chode
Connected in this motherfuckin' game
That's a node
Burn it to a decimal point
That's a float
Coming down the street like a parade
I do the most
Got a problem say it to my face
That's the smoke
That's the smoke
That's the smoke
That's the smoke
That's the...
I ordered the beef and then I gave her my fries
If they told you "Diffrent" then them boys told you lies
West side playa made her
Stand in line like Popeyes
Que pasa amigo
No se papa
I got chips like Pringles
Cuz they stack to the sky
This for all the haters tried to
Dampen my shine
I just wish that I could say the things on my mind
I guess everything come to the surface
Due time
90210
I served a zip at a time
I remember times
When I would flip on a dime
Now dimes want a pic
Cuz ya boy Rick on the climb
She said its, all over her hands and on her lips like hot fries
Everybody mad at me they say I'm not nice
Real Nigga Academy taught me roll the dice
Everything they say I couldn't do
Is every little single thing
That's finally coming through
All of my dreams, coming true
Didn't see it coming out the blue
YA YA
Niggas on my back, I'm on they neck
That's fasho
Sippin on this _______ I'm getting wrecked
That's a go
Niggas tussle over bitches
That's a hoe
Niggas claim they knew me
That's a load
Every time the camera see my face
That's a pose
Came in with a 22 on my waist
Thats a chode
Connected in this motherfuckin' game
That's a node
Burn it to a decimal point
That's a float
Coming down the street like a parade
I do the most
Got a problem say it to my face
That's the smoke
That's the smoke
That's the smoke
That's the smoke
That's the...
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Writer(s): Richard Voshall
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