Peaches & Cream
I only be making it skrt out the lot just to see how you niggas react
But just know that the grind never stops never ceases til I'm where the ceiling be at
And the boy something special yea hotter than ever just like where the devil sleep at
So for me she be making clap
So for me it be wet like the tap
All we seeing is
Bankroll after Bankroll
Flying private to places you can't go
Change the climate by letting my neck show
Princess cuts on me doing the tango
Hear you uttering gang but you ain't tho
Put a price on your head like a Kangol
Got more stripes on my block than a Bengal
Went from Broke to a M with the same folks
On the French coast getting busy jiggy
Dicking your bitch to some pretty Ricky
In Louboutin going biggie trendy
Keep me a blic for a micky silly
Popped in your tape it was iffy really
Honestly you can do better that
Sharp as a blade
I'm Wesley with pens
If you need a flow I got plenty to lend
If you see me there then they paid me
And that bitch is lying she ever tells you another nigga can replace me
Cause none of you niggas can phase me
None of you niggas even entertaining
From what I've heard lately
I'm at 1 Mcgrady
Shit Back then
Way back then
DJs didn't want to play me
That was down in O-Town with Swavey
Campus Walk cooking Guy Fieri
Had the Product pushing like the 80s
We were locked in no spare keys
And my new girl so perfect I swear when she bows down to slurp it that shit feels Amazing
Catching me Sliding through traffic with niggas who missing screws
Index on agua my pinky on blue lagoon
Try to run up and get popped like blue ballon
I'll put a hole in a nigga no hula hoop
Most of y'all sweet anyway bunch of fruity loops
Ensure we eat everyday that's what rulers do
Then go and crash in some pussy like Bandicop
I see you haters looking when I'm in the coupe
I had to find a way It wasn't handed
All of the madness turned me into savage
Got on my knees and prayed the hurt vanished
Using receipts to give it to you candid
Now when I walk in Chase they can't stand it
I'm hitting Janet's older brother's dances
Dressed up in all white no Klan shit
This wasn't my idea the lord plan it
This wasn't my Idea I had to do it
But never confuse it
Nigga quick to use it
Had bitches on bitches way before music
Had endless ambition youngin with the vision
Get rich was the mission nigga no excuses
Knew dealers who sold hard through the window no Microsoft while making rounds in the Buick
I became a loner that day Pancho had died man that shit made me colder than Newark
During New Year's Eve
Hanging with the theives
Blood was on the leaves
But I couldn't leave
Fuck what other people said I couldn't be
Always been the type to tell em you'll see
Made me strong
Cash got long
Right where I belong
Got here on my own
No one gave a loan
So now when I'm in it
I only be making
I only be making it skrt out the lot just to see how you niggas react
But just know that the grind never stops never ceases til I'm where the ceiling be at
And the boy something special yea hotter than ever just like where the devil sleep at
So for me she be making clap
So for me it be wet like the tap
All we seeing is
Bankroll after Bankroll
Flying private to places you can't go
Change the climate by letting my neck show
Princess cuts on me doing the tango
Hear you uttering gang but you ain't tho
Put a price on your head like a Kangol
Got more stripes on my block than a Bengal
Went from Broke to a M with the same folks nigga
But just know that the grind never stops never ceases til I'm where the ceiling be at
And the boy something special yea hotter than ever just like where the devil sleep at
So for me she be making clap
So for me it be wet like the tap
All we seeing is
Bankroll after Bankroll
Flying private to places you can't go
Change the climate by letting my neck show
Princess cuts on me doing the tango
Hear you uttering gang but you ain't tho
Put a price on your head like a Kangol
Got more stripes on my block than a Bengal
Went from Broke to a M with the same folks
On the French coast getting busy jiggy
Dicking your bitch to some pretty Ricky
In Louboutin going biggie trendy
Keep me a blic for a micky silly
Popped in your tape it was iffy really
Honestly you can do better that
Sharp as a blade
I'm Wesley with pens
If you need a flow I got plenty to lend
If you see me there then they paid me
And that bitch is lying she ever tells you another nigga can replace me
Cause none of you niggas can phase me
None of you niggas even entertaining
From what I've heard lately
I'm at 1 Mcgrady
Shit Back then
Way back then
DJs didn't want to play me
That was down in O-Town with Swavey
Campus Walk cooking Guy Fieri
Had the Product pushing like the 80s
We were locked in no spare keys
And my new girl so perfect I swear when she bows down to slurp it that shit feels Amazing
Catching me Sliding through traffic with niggas who missing screws
Index on agua my pinky on blue lagoon
Try to run up and get popped like blue ballon
I'll put a hole in a nigga no hula hoop
Most of y'all sweet anyway bunch of fruity loops
Ensure we eat everyday that's what rulers do
Then go and crash in some pussy like Bandicop
I see you haters looking when I'm in the coupe
I had to find a way It wasn't handed
All of the madness turned me into savage
Got on my knees and prayed the hurt vanished
Using receipts to give it to you candid
Now when I walk in Chase they can't stand it
I'm hitting Janet's older brother's dances
Dressed up in all white no Klan shit
This wasn't my idea the lord plan it
This wasn't my Idea I had to do it
But never confuse it
Nigga quick to use it
Had bitches on bitches way before music
Had endless ambition youngin with the vision
Get rich was the mission nigga no excuses
Knew dealers who sold hard through the window no Microsoft while making rounds in the Buick
I became a loner that day Pancho had died man that shit made me colder than Newark
During New Year's Eve
Hanging with the theives
Blood was on the leaves
But I couldn't leave
Fuck what other people said I couldn't be
Always been the type to tell em you'll see
Made me strong
Cash got long
Right where I belong
Got here on my own
No one gave a loan
So now when I'm in it
I only be making
I only be making it skrt out the lot just to see how you niggas react
But just know that the grind never stops never ceases til I'm where the ceiling be at
And the boy something special yea hotter than ever just like where the devil sleep at
So for me she be making clap
So for me it be wet like the tap
All we seeing is
Bankroll after Bankroll
Flying private to places you can't go
Change the climate by letting my neck show
Princess cuts on me doing the tango
Hear you uttering gang but you ain't tho
Put a price on your head like a Kangol
Got more stripes on my block than a Bengal
Went from Broke to a M with the same folks nigga
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Writer(s): Kajuan Vidal-bruce
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