| This a cool beat, same guy, it ain’t a new me
|
| New school, got new screws, she wanna screw me
|
| A groupie, big booty hoppin' out the hoopty
|
| Who he? |
| got bitches staring like they knew me
|
| White-tees from the corner store, fuck gucci
|
| It ain’t gotta be Halloween to get spooky
|
| Redbone, make her slurp dick like a smoothie
|
| Stuffin' her, then i stuff weed in my doobie
|
| If cops get behind, she put the weed in her coochie
|
| Ghetto chick, she will rob your wife for hr rubies
|
| Niggas come around and wanna leech off the bnefits
|
| These rap niggas is my sons, i can’t babysit
|
| Mumble rap niggas ain’t fuckin with the lyricist
|
| Straight bars, that’s imprisonment, can’t visit it
|
| These niggas scared, heartbeat like an instrument
|
| Experiment, on my chemist shit, make the drank mix
|
| Niggas settle down if you ain’t talkin bout a settlement
|
| Mood swings, i smoke a blunt with my therapist
|
| Arrogant, i can’t let you take me out my element
|
| Worldwide, i even got a plug in connecticut
|
| I’m plugged in
|
| You can get at me i’m connectin shit
|
| New bands, no new friends, i don’t shake hands
|
| I don’t see you niggas, ray charles with the ray bans
|
| At the party i be posted up like i can’t dance
|
| Bob Marley couldn’t roll a spliff up like i can
|
| I be in the sand like a soldier out in Iran
|
| Eyes low, like a nigga coming out of Thailand
|
| Wet a nigga up, now he searching for dry land
|
| Niggas tried to run, but they slipped in that quicksand
|
| Came with the tools, i’m equipped man
|
| Get it and i go, i’m a quick man
|
| Came with that pack like a gift man
|
| I’mma hit my target, i’m the hitman
|
| Pull off in that foreign, i’m the whip man
|
| I’ll flush the toilet on you niggas, i’m the shit man
|
| Came for my nickels and my dimes, i’m the tip man
|
| These niggas slippin', so the advice get a grip man
|
| These niggas waiting, I’ma need mine’s on demand
|
| I’m a artist, paint the picture off top, that’s freehand
|
| Getting to the money, i’m in love with the free bands
|
| His bitch on my line keep saying «he a cheap man»
|
| Heard what she said, i replied, «he ain’t me man»
|
| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Da Lyricist , by - Yung Simmie. Song from the album Shut up and Vibe III, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп