Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Huey, artist - CyHi Da Prynce. Date of issue: 20.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Huey |
| How real is this? |
| Cyhi! |
| I’m from where them hammers rung |
| In Atlanta’s slums |
| Pop a nigga sit and wait for the ambulance to come |
| I know if you a shooter by the way you handlin' the gun |
| Gamble and your done |
| Shells burn like candles in the sun |
| I’m not a fan of gun violence |
| Nor having a strap but get popped once |
| And I swear that you’ll be scramblin' for one |
| But our plans was to get funds and skate off the set |
| So I mix the kush with the dro, to make all my weight stretch |
| I’m from where the dudes rob and argue all day about |
| Who’s the best MC? |
| Cyhi, Stacks or T. I |
| While doggin' the GBI |
| My bad I love Jeezy |
| But I’m still the best to ever do it and I ain’t even put a CD out |
| So the next time you say the A ain’t got no lyricists |
| I just think you ain’t got enough taste for this exquisite shit |
| My verses are like Leviticus to the underprivileged |
| I make music for the world |
| You make music for a stripper-bitch-nigga |
| Black leather beret cap era |
| Guns at your capitol take it to that measure |
| It’s Huey nigga it’s Huey nigga |
| Never been a victim, a rebel against the system |
| Lames wanna diss him and women just wanna kiss him |
| It’s Huey nigga it’s Huey nigga |
| This that God flow, what they nailed Jesus to the cross for |
| And he came back three days after he died flow |
| This Pablo, talkin' to kids in Chicago |
| Mob flow, this that midget New Jersey Drive flow |
| Side note, I wrote this rap with my eyes closed |
| Bravo, cause it came out clean as the mosque floor |
| Costco, hoes sellin' they twat for a car note |
| Benihanas and Roscoe’s |
| Picasso, Nas mixed with a Pac flow |
| Rappers can’t stand me, this that Grammy nod flow |
| Let me stop though, cause I’m goin' digital with the syllables |
| CyHi The Prynce, and I’m royalty like residuals |
| These hoes score me they suppose to be hospitable |
| When they in the house with a nigga that’s not typical |
| This not fictional, I run this bitch like ellipticals |
| Can’t another rapper come out of Atlanta if he not lyrical |
| This that Chiraq where out of towners die at |
| I advise you book your flight now and fly back |
| Gangland, banged in, what you claim fam |
| Box Chevy’s, Foreigns, buck 50 flow |
| Young niggas got bitches at the 50 tho |
| 50 pack done good drop off 50 more |
| My city rough but I made it in it |
| Trap house look like it’s where canes invented |
| Trust nobody even friends look got hate up in it |
| Riding dirty with your bitch smoking «wait a minute» |
| LA gon' ride with Drillinois and Decatur in it |
| Niggas snitching I’m like way to win it |
| Nigga looking like a state defendant |
| My 4 door look like a 2 door |
| My 2 door look like a 4 door |
| I’m cuttin' up call me Zorro |
| Hit him and his mans, get 'em a body bag |
| Gimme a track and I’ma body that |