Scenes
And I'm like, ski,
Uh, i feel so classy with this chrome heart jacket on me,
Uh, nobody used to know me, now I get a bag every time I speak,
Uh, in her mouth like Listerine
Rat the dick up shawty suck me clean,
Uh, Mike Amiri on my jeans,
Everybody watchin' when I'm on the scene
Uh, I had to go get my cake up,
I take so many drugs, might not wake up,
And lil shawty still bad, no make up,
Dick her down when she mad, so we make up
And lil shawty, she talkin' crazy like she gonna leave, told her we could never break
up
If you wanna feat, boy, better pay up,
Know I drive in and shoot it like layup
Who gon' stop me?
You don't like me? Then come try to pop me, Uh, I put it on God, you won't knock me
Mic check, one, two, do you copy
Everything that I do, they gon' copy
Know that shit for the birds like floppy,
I mean flappy, if you really want smoke, get
at me
Caution tape and it look like a taxi
And why the fuck would I want hoes, if my
girl a ten outta ten, it don't make no sense, Uh, and why the fuck would I want bros, if
I done been stabbed in the back by all my friends
You tellin' me don't let it get to me, how could I not when this shit never ends,
Boy, I'm off a perk, a twenty, two tens,
floating like i was in neverland
And I'm like, ski,
Uh, i feel so classy with this chrome heart jacket on me,
Uh, nobody used to know me, now I get a bag every time I speak,
Uh, in her mouth like Listerine
Rat the dick up shawty suck me clean,
Uh, Mike Amiri on my jeans,
Everybody watchin' when I'm on the scene
Uh, i feel so classy with this chrome heart jacket on me,
Uh, nobody used to know me, now I get a bag every time I speak,
Uh, in her mouth like Listerine
Rat the dick up shawty suck me clean,
Uh, Mike Amiri on my jeans,
Everybody watchin' when I'm on the scene
Uh, I had to go get my cake up,
I take so many drugs, might not wake up,
And lil shawty still bad, no make up,
Dick her down when she mad, so we make up
And lil shawty, she talkin' crazy like she gonna leave, told her we could never break
up
If you wanna feat, boy, better pay up,
Know I drive in and shoot it like layup
Who gon' stop me?
You don't like me? Then come try to pop me, Uh, I put it on God, you won't knock me
Mic check, one, two, do you copy
Everything that I do, they gon' copy
Know that shit for the birds like floppy,
I mean flappy, if you really want smoke, get
at me
Caution tape and it look like a taxi
And why the fuck would I want hoes, if my
girl a ten outta ten, it don't make no sense, Uh, and why the fuck would I want bros, if
I done been stabbed in the back by all my friends
You tellin' me don't let it get to me, how could I not when this shit never ends,
Boy, I'm off a perk, a twenty, two tens,
floating like i was in neverland
And I'm like, ski,
Uh, i feel so classy with this chrome heart jacket on me,
Uh, nobody used to know me, now I get a bag every time I speak,
Uh, in her mouth like Listerine
Rat the dick up shawty suck me clean,
Uh, Mike Amiri on my jeans,
Everybody watchin' when I'm on the scene
Credits
Writer(s): Slimeball Ent
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