Song Info
Genre
Rights
2008 Kettle Black Inc.
Uploaded
August 03, 2012
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.7 MB • 160 kbps • 4:04
Lyrics
I know some b*** es loose like the top drawer, n*** .
Some dudes on the roof stackin crackwhore figgas
Figured I'd help 'em out with a cent then send 'em spinnin
Spendin quality time on my sh** . Let 'em spend it pimpin.
Pent up in my imagination, time is a-wastin
so I come out of hibernation, put n*** s in they('re) place
I ain't gotta savor the southern sensation. Don't hate.
They like your body more than your face.
Cocky ass b*** es, I'm the one they gon' ride to
Matter (of) fact, them b*** es bump my sh** in they' ride, too.
Hang on them n*** s. Show your self-doubt.
Oh you modelin ma? sh** . Knock yourself out.
I like new eye candy. I've seen a million things.
I don't necessitate them so f*** yo pinky bling.
I'm iced out w/ a smile on my face.
The next b*** to get up in it is leavin without a trace.
(hook)
You were so friendly before, n*** .
So whatchu grimmin me fo' n*** ?
I need a compass 'round my neck so I could never get lost
in the sea of n*** s filled with the b*** and arrogant thoughts.
Heads from the start so we' at risk smokin the pot
See, we gon' get rich and f*** what they thought.
When they ask how you feel, say you' doin all right
Too many say they' down but won't help you in your plight
In lieu of it all, clowns wanna ruin your flight.
The Ru gon' be down witcha if you choose to stick by.
Some homies gon' hang around so they can smoke for free.
Some others because they fell in love hopelessly.
So many times I fell for that whoa-is-me.
Turn around. Look. Got another dope with me.
Had a best friend who liked me. Oh. Whoopee.
He bust up cuz he couldn't get no pussy.
Another got with my ex -- did it openly.
Threw out the rolodex like, "Oh. Whoopsee!"
(hook)
I'ma tell ya lil bout JB.
Just because I smile don't mean you can play me.
Looks, they tend to deceive, indeed.
Or could it be, it's the weed in me that makes me seem happy when I'm not,
that makes me bring back the pen - my glock,
that makes me think fast, B. Hit my shot.
(I) can't let you f*** s get at me. It's been like thaht.
Picture me gettin' f*** ed in the industry by f*** s thinkin they're hot but they're bittersweet.
They pop shots. I switch it up inversely.
Now I'm lonely. At least I know I'm suck free.
Bustas be spittin double-talk in reverse.
Other suckas up in the trees. I don't know what's worse.
All I know is that my heart comes first.
(hook)
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