Celine Frames

I can see it in my vision like Celine frames
That they don't want to see us on, they rather see us stained
Five percent, when we ride
Tryin' to blow any man
I got my dirty ways from this shit, yea this a dirty game
Yea, this a dirty game

In the slums they got em' faced, a cold game, cold game
Faced us one off they side they say "Aww man", aww man
Ain't talking jeans, I told my nigga to ball man, ball man
Been to kick her to the dust, she figure ima' lame, no lame
My name buzz like coc' up in the 90s, bitch I'm lit
Un-Huh
Cous' walk around with a fully in his hand, lookin' for a lick
Whole squad bond to get busy, if beef the option that you pick
Celine up in my frames probably why yo' bitch up on my dick

I done ran that money high, it's time to get my swag right
Five percent the wheels, we spinnin' through the whole night
Go against my quarter, gone pop yo' ass just like a d-line
She say, she gone stay down but I don't trust her cause bitches be lyin'

Stay down on these bitches so I gotta run my bread up
She gone fuck the crew and bitch gone have to eat the head up
Bread guy, more money than a ATM
You fuck with me than don't fuck with them
My youngsta' black and then he step
I call him, "Heavy Camp"
She just want a Molly, and Roxy, and a Xanax too
He go against the grain, we get em' murked in-front his crew
We gone get em' murked, his people gone pick em' up like the corner do
If his clique decide it's war, we spin back roun' and get them niggas too

I can see it in my vision like Celine frames
That they don't want to see us on, they rather see us stained
Five percent, when we ride
Tryin' to blow any man
I got my dirty ways from this shit, yea this a dirty game
Yea, this a dirty game

In the slums they got em' faced, a cold game, cold game
Faced us one off they side they say "Aww man", aww man
Ain't talking jeans, I told my nigga to ball man, ball man
Been to kick her to the dust, she figure ima' lame, no lame



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Writer(s): Quantis Duncan
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