Lyrics Down - Dave B.

Down

Man it’s a must be nice type of thing
Identify the bull first
Changed to the fourth outfit for tonight
Prep' for the full course
I don’t got a problem with your privilege
Raised by a queen that’s a privilege
Why the fuck I’m feelin' on my own take
Young black youth, inexpensive
Picky, wanna run in bull, it’s stupid
Taking charge, you wanna be, I’m finna do shit
And I’m still not immune to the bullshit
I’m in this bitch everyday
Don’t card me
Don’t start with me
It’s an «Ooh» crime
We cool, try me
Won’t find me there
Everybody
We nobody
See who’s siding me man
Wipe me down
Windows down
Why you grounded (Ooh)
Wipe me down
I’m so down
Pour that crown lit (Ooh)
Wipe me down
Windows down
Why you grounded (Ooh)
Wipe me down
I’m so down
Pour that crown lit (Ooh)
Oh
Oh, yeah
Oh, dear
Oh, no no no no no, dear
Nothing but soldiers with me
Hundreds man hold the fifties
Drop it directly to me
Baby you never knew me
Maybe you did
Dog you too kind of tense
Say, I’m too confident
The liquor done turned on me (mama)
So when it really get to be too much
And a nigga got to challenge your trust
What you gon' do
Niggas still use the internet like we used to
Bitch act like you didn’t hear
You above in that drop, hop to ya
Two dinner rolls, it’s not fair
I’ma 'void the conversation
When you talk out your neck
Lone me love that I could use
I need it all I’m a wreck
Wipe me down
Windows down
Why you grounded (Ooh)
Wipe me down
I’m so down
Pour that crown lit (Ooh)
Wipe me down
Windows down
Why you grounded (Ooh)
Wipe me down
I’m so down
Pour that crown lit (Ooh)
Oh
Oh, yeah
Oh, dear
Oh, no no no no no, dear
Oh, yeah
Oh, dear
Oh, no no no no no, dear