Fourth Quarter

I think they might like this one

Yeah it's true I'm not a hot nigga
But if you make me real hot then Imma pull triggers
Bullets hot but like the cold
It shook him, gave him shivers
Got no time to dig roots
We bounced him down the river
Told yo bitch to shake that ass
Shake all that back meat
And we gone run her like a relay at a track meet
I used to fuck hoes
In the car ride, on the backseat
I smoke the loudest of the loud
So you know my gas stink
We sending shots, like the doctor
Call me Doctor Phil
What's the issue, what's the problem
I cut you a deal
My flow sick, and it's cold
My rap name should be Ill
Half a pint, got me leaning
And I popped a pill
You said you don't snitch, nigga
You said you keep it real
But when you got behind bars
You squealed like a seal
Yes I am a felon, weapon I conceal
So you bet not act a fruit
Don't get your orange peeled
And Imma live everyday nigga
Like it is my birthday
Thick bitches throwing it back like it's Thursday
This ain't Subway
So you can't have it your way
After you done sucking my dick, then go to Norway
Oh, yeah, then go to Norway
Oh, yeah, there go the doorway
I'm finna come back up on the beat in my way
What I just said, what I wrote, now this a free way
This a freestyle hoe
I'm finna go wild hoe
Technical foul hoe
Fucked her on the court
Now they say I'm out of bounds
Oops, I'm out of order
Hit em with some Jordan moves
Fucked up the fourth quarter

Fucked up the fourth quarter
Hit em with some Jordan moves
Fucked up the fourth quarter
I went Kobe in it pussy
Ball hog the bitch, I went Kobe in it pussy



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Writer(s): Fredrick Morris
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