Eight Twenty Four

Let me talk it like I talk it baby you kno what I mean
All this jewelry on me in the shower pressure bitch I'm clean
New designer briefs on me cause you kno this dick Supreme
Soft waves up in my head a bag of za in my jeans
These niggas never been as gangsta as it seems
They be ratting on they homies you's a trader to your team
You be fronting bout a lick and never came up with a scheme
Shoot and guard like Kobe load up 24 and hit your bean

I kno all about your type, telling everything you seen
Never wanna mask up but always dressed for Halloween
I need my son up in Givenchy need my bitch in new Celine
I need that pussy like my music and my income make it stream
Baby, wassup wassup let's hit the city on these drugs
They be so passive aggressive out to get me with these subs
She dont wanna pillow talk she wanna quicky with a thug
Pouring Dom Pérignon all on her titties in the tub
Aye, shut up when I'm talking bitch I might just drop a gem
I'm only gonna say this once I aint gon say that shit again
I dont care bout how it starts it only matters how it ends
It dont matter who the opps is it matters who your friends
I'm with some niggas, and they gon ride, and they gon ride, for me
I with some killers, and they gon slide, and they gon slide, for me

Let me talk it like I talk it baby you kno what I mean
All this jewelry on me in the shower pressure bitch I'm clean
New designer briefs on me cause you kno this dick Supreme
Soft waves up in my head a bag of za up in my jeans
These niggas never been as gangsta as it seems
They be ratting on they homies you's a trader to your team
You be fronting bout a lick and never came up with a scheme
Shoot and guard like Kobe load up 24 and hit your bean

You don't believe me baby
But you ain't gonna leave me baby
Can't call it quits too easy baby
Even tho you dont need me baby
Cause I'm so sleazy baby
Bust it wide dont tease me baby
You kno Im greedy baby
Warm it up and feed me baby
Im just too stuck in my ways, I do this all the time
She get tuned out when she talking I got too much on my mind
I'll probably die all by my lonely, I live this life of crime
When I link up with the big dog that nigga call me slime
I'm with some niggas, and they gon ride, and they gon ride for me
Im with some killers, and they gon slide, and they gon slide for me

Let me talk it like I talk it baby you kno what I mean
All this jewelry on me in the shower pressure bitch I'm clean
New designer briefs on me cause you kno this dick Supreme
Soft waves up in my head a bag of za up in my jeans
These niggas never be as gangsta as it seems
They be ratting on they homies you's a trader to your team
You be fronting bout a lick and never came up with a scheme
Shoot and guard like Kobe load up 24 and hit your bean

She a freak hoe, thought she was a 9 but she a 10
We sipping Cliquot, been on that since 2010
I got perico she wet as angel dust it make you sin
I'm papacito, whip it out and put it on her chin



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Writer(s): Anthony Rucker
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