Lyrics
Just listen what I say, Just listen what I say,
Watch what I do, youngin then you’ll know the game,
She watch how I move and she want it so badly,
I looking for the type to call me big
Know I’m only picky when I’m rolling up the sticky,
Like that kind bizzle, getting stronger like kan yizzle,
Nothing but the bomb pickle rolling up the bleezy,
Type of shit to make ya girl wanna call me
Make her wanna roll in my new edition 600,
Playing New Edition gettin blunted,
I know she want it like a louie purse bag,
Or that really big diamond that she know she can’t have,
So she switch from regular to hash,
Shoppin sprees so big she can’t even do the math.
If you gotta even ask… gone forget it,
I take you from cash back to credit, then back to cash
If you think I’m lyin, when I just rhyme,
Put ya weed on a see-saw against mine,
Try to be tall, get ya heat tossed against mine,
I’m the next the Diddy… I puff
I got more birds on my team than Pujols,
Cuz I pull hoes like you never seen nobody pull hoes,
And I swear I never lose no, no
That’s why bitches call me,
I stay on top like the North Pole,
In my Burton’s if I’m burning I might snowboard to the North Pole,
This bitch is dirty like a worm hole,
Should I take her to the room let her call me
Man I stay puffin, little rough around the edges,
Like to get lifted, like John Legend,
Like to find a chick, then let her find my weapon,
Get her to the spot screaming OH
I’m all about the dome like a hair wig,
Getting brain on a plane call it air head,
Met this airhead, everything I said she laughed,
So I let stick around, neck longer than giraffe,
But time passed, and I know Mr. Phelony’s a pimp,
Never trust a hoe cuz they only want the dick,
So damn, why Phil you such a dick?
Cuz I never trust a bitch but I get em going,
Weed bitches steady saying, Phil on that shit,
Acid bitches saying “Why you such a tripâ€
But Philly ain’t on shit,
Just because cuz I keep my bitches fighting like Mike Vick, just call me
