Lyrics

(Memphis Track Boy, let's go) Tell me you came with the choppa (boom) Aim it at the nigga collar (boom) Tell me you came with some models (models) Fuck a celebrity daughter (they daughter) Mixing the Act with the slushy (slushy) Baby momma favour Buffy (Buffy) I pull up all of sudden (skrt-skrt) American I got the Russian (boom) You playing Russian Roulette (Roulette) I'm playing "run up a check" (a check) Whoever thought I was next? (I'm next) Social media amazing (amazing) K Michelle tryna wife her Shooting at her with the scope on the rifle (psh, psh, psh) White Louis V on the buckle (buckle) I'm the Louis V Messiah (I'm God) She like the Louis V pieces (pieces) I like the Louis V sneakers (sneakers) I got that boy in the ether (the ether) She make you sweat like the preacher (preacher) She talking shit like I need her (I need her) She fucking me like she need me (she need me) Kush and a drink in the evening (the evening) Colour purple like Celie (Celie) Ayy, Clay, ayy, Clay Keep all that in there, keep all that in there, a'ight? I'm talkin' 'bout, "Keep all that shit, man" I'm finna come back in, I'ma come a little different this time, though, you feel me? Alright See how I'm comin', Clay (ayy, ayy, hey) I'm riding in a rental car (in a rental car) The strap in the lap And the Kush in the pickle jar (boom, strong) The Drako up under me (boom) And all of these playas around me They honor me (I'm honored) That hustle and flow money I got out and came up off the hoe money You know that's for sure money I'm still a screet nigga Cop a O from me (pull up) I'm smoking jet fuel (fyoon) Just make your next move Be your best move (yeah-yeah-yeah) You know I stay P'd up (pimp) Pull up in 15-hunded dollar dress shoes ('sup?) You know that they watching (they watching) You know that they listening But they ain't saying shit (but they ain't saying shit) And if them niggas wanna kill me, my nigga Then why the fuck is I ain't dead yet? (I ain't dead yet) Shoot for gold when it come to the screets (that gold) I'm the king when it come to the East (I run the East) I'm the prince when it come to the city I'm up next for a multi million (I am) Pussy-nigga try to blemish my image (try to blemish my image) Give it to him back to back, make him feel it (give to him) And when I see you out and trapping, my nigga (my nigga, what's up?) Speak to a nigga Bet not be in your feelings (fuck it) I'm what they waiting on (wait) We run the city, the fuck they debating on? These niggas didn't fuck with me (they didn't) I got out and came up Now they face long I link up with Money Bag like I need a hitter I'm going straight in You know I'm a big player I feel like Joe Frasier at the weigh in I'm smoking Ali the Greatest (the Greatest) I'm a patient serving patience (patience) I think they feel intimidated ('midated) I think it's time for demolition Been in and out of jail all my life So I done got a little impatient (I done got a little impatient) These niggas they talking about "Wait your turn" Fuck you mean, nigga? Finna take it Hey, lemme get that Yeah Finesse 2Tymes Boom! (Memphis Track Boy, let's go)
Writer(s): Xabian Woods, Ricky Hampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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