Lyrics

If you like getting high Smoke out baby And to the ladies that's fine I'd love to love you baby But see I'm trying to get mynz, So don't yall hate me And it's about that time to do my thing Well it's funky funky funky cuz you heard it from Hitt first Dr's operating while I'm spittin' a sick verse Strictly for banging when you're ridin' around But if you see the *** you got to mute your sounds Cuz you don't want your whip to end up in the impound But that's what would happen if the strap was found They crackin' down, but I be crackin' up Outsmartin'em like Buggs in a ACME truck Now who's the looniest toon black as Daffy Duck That like them nasty ass sluts like Janet Jacme, whuuut This Swiss Miss named Hershey Kiss gave me acne bumps Now I wear a Sex Packet when I Humpty Hump It's like that yall (that yall) We just Macz yall (Macz Yall) And if you can't Ackrite well don't ack at all And if your hair is gittin' thin then rock it bald Han on my cock like Herbie i'm a rock it yall They raided Tower records (for) sellin' dope so pure They raid The Wherehouse becuz my dope's so pure Hey Dre keeps supply'n me there ain't no cure A lot of tryers in the game but not a lot of doer's I'm Guinness Stout with this style you're watered down like Coors When I rock this on Apollo (just watch) don't boo us Cuz if you do we're stompin' Sandman for tryna remove us I'll boo boo on you fakers fool with the movers & shakers In L.A. I be ballin' like the Lakers Vacating in Vegas, Madalay Bay stayin' faded Want a hit? Here's the muthafuckin' latest {Bridge} I be the dopest nigga that never slung caine Live in the hood but I don't gangbang The rawest man since 87 Kane Now watch me do my thang {Repeat} Even witcha eyes closed Everybody knows nobody flows like I flows That's how I gitt the girls with the nice toes Plus they say "you know, you look just like Cole" (who?) That's when I hitt'em with the night pole The nightstick, Las Palmas gitt a white chick Good Bar gitt a black chick El Carmen gitt an overnight chick Low key chicks they be at Jo-seph's You gotta be low key to even know this Is my year to be a brag & boaster Sippin' Cognac signin' children's posters Girls actin' right then sit on the sofa Fools talkin' smack the gat is in the holster Oh you wanna smoke muthafucka? Hold up Here's some Zig Zags muthafucka roll up
Writer(s): Brian Bailey, Hittman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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