Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Dear, artist - Pooh Bear
Date of issue: 27.05.2016
Song language: English
My Dear |
I need the pots and the pans |
I cook that dough with one hand |
Fuckin' bitches then I leave 'em |
Bitches hit me then they bleepin' |
I pull up in foreigns, I hurt 'em |
I bust and I bust, I got work |
Sippin' champagne with two bitches |
They know I’m that nigga |
Excuse me my dear |
These shoes cost a couple of thousand |
This watch and this ring on my wrist |
This shit cost a couple of thousand |
My bag and my shoes and my bling |
This shit cost a couple of thousand |
This woman I’m |
This shit cost a couple of thousand |
Excuse me my dear |
9−11, yeah I rollin' |
Panamera, got the hoes in it |
Balenciagas, niggas strollin' |
'Bout to buy it, nigga, no limit |
I get to the money, there’s no limit |
You can get your bitch back when I’m done with her |
Got the Rollie and cuban links on the jacket |
With the Kickz that’s sold in it |
This Fendi is holdin' my pants up |
That 30 is holdin' my pants down |
Nigga, fuck what you heard, I do way better |
Black foreign and the seats leather |
Nigga black minx and the shades leather |
Bad black bitch and her name’s Sarah |
Talkin' first class, I can fly whenever |
Talkin' first class, I can fly whenever |
Whippin' that dope in the Bentley |
I’m sippin' that lean when it’s empty |
Rollin' that dope in the backwoods |
Keepin' that .30 extendo, I wish you would |
Excuse me my dear for the foreign bitches |
Phone calls, many mentions |
My flow is so stupid, so brazy |
You might just mistake me for Marilyn Manson |
I need the pots and the pans |
I cook that dough with one hand |
Fuckin' bitches then I leave 'em |
Bitches hit me then they bleepin' |
I pull up in foreigns, I hurt 'em |
I bust and I bust, I got work |
Sippin' champagne with two bitches |
They know I’m that nigga |
Excuse me my dear |
These shoes cost a couple of thousand |
This watch and this ring on my wrist |
This shit cost a couple of thousand |
My bag and my shoes and my bling |
This shit cost a couple of thousand |
This woman I’m |
This shit cost a couple of thousand |
Excuse me my dear |
Ain’t no excuses in here |
Kobe numbers, adjustin' in my whip |
I make my roof disappear |
I buy a newer Sedan |
I bought the shoes that I wear |
I drop a cheque on my fly |
Them bitches check out my fly |
We ride in foreigns on land |
We takin' jets in the sky |
We poppin' bottles on Sunday |
We livin' cause we all destined to die |
I was just cheffin' the pies |
I was just stretchin' the pies |
I still be ridin' through the hood |
In the drop just to go check out the 5's |
Niggas know I bang with the Bentley gang |
Reppin' the 5 |
But don’t be silly man |
I get illy man, takin' a ride |
I got broads in the H |
Strap my broads up and wait |
Buy new cars with the plates |
All my cars in the race, nigga, nigga |
I need the pots and the pans |
I cook that dough with one hand |
Fuckin' bitches then I leave 'em |
Bitches hit me then they bleepin' |
I pull up in foreigns, I hurt 'em |
I bust and I bust, I got work |
Sippin' champagne with two bitches |
They know I’m that nigga |
Excuse me my dear |
These shoes cost a couple of thousand |
This watch and this ring on my wrist |
This shit cost a couple of thousand |
My bag and my shoes and my bling |
This shit cost a couple of thousand |
This woman I’m |
This shit cost a couple of thousand |
Excuse me my dear |