Chuck Tee - Wolf Of Wall St lyrics

....Puttin' out a blunt, just to spit a rap ..Yeah the k**ers back My mind bout like Alcatraz .....Bouncin' back Bars I ain't countin' that Duckin' any n***a with a county badge Takin' time to exhale Girl you excel when the s** sells Now it's time to take it to the next levv Ayo Cinderell, sh** the clock a twelve Black eyed demon hot a** hell Kcuf Life err body trill Chiefin' till my body chill Hol on, Now hol dat I'm 10 Thou, and you know that Throwed off, watchin' Conan, b**h I'm Cronus, I'm with Diddy zonin' ...Is you with me, do you want it, if you got it flaunt it ...And err where I go I got yo mistress jonesing I'm gone tell um catch up Straight kush just for breakfast Ted Bundy with a weapon What high n***a stressin Ima ride till the tires off Talk sh** and we pop off Damn near high as Gods cough She over there knock out We just doin' what you talk bout Stone cold make her tap out, Gotta bad mouth ...If I ain't doin' sh** what chu mad bout ..Look back, then I back out ..No map where we at now? ..I ball Jerry Stackhouse Make plans then I ride out She f**ed at the hideout Only d**h what you cry bout Still surf in a wipeout So fresh lemme wipe down Just thinkin'sh**, why now they all over me Cold chillin' in yo b**h, I'm swimmin' in her ovaries Shirt imported overseas ....She go to college here but say she from The Key ..New World Order, on some Gee sh** ....Comin' first with the prefix So high you couldn't reach this Dem lames wanna be this I'm anemic Ice cold, sh** I'm freezin' Gotta learn what I teach um' b**h I'm back with the re runs Son of Sam with 3 guns n***a this our season ...Bet that now that they believe um' Feel the ba** start beatin' ..That 3 pointer no look Just a page in the notebook Still going in no hook Clicquot and mimosas Chase that with a soda On the d** I need to cut down But that ain't really bout what's up now f**ed round with a f** round, Na I done f**ed round caught a n***a slippin .Half court shot do he miss it Puff puff pa**, let me hit Tryna figure out if I did it Dexter I'll muh f**in' k** it Stayin' to the code you ain't trippin' So step wrong then you get it You can go and burn with the bridges And They still tryna catch that Ain't right till feel good Use to rock my clothes jet black and, I'm thinkin' man I still should BC and a Kentwood water I'm 10 foot, 10 foot taller Down to blow up with the martyr Campaign Gang doin' numbers I ain't mean to k** um swear ya honor I ain't mean to k** um' swear your honor It dont really matter what I call her Or the time of day that I call her That's a hard pill for you to swallow They'on understand ima problem And maybe I done popped too many bottles *Pop* Well there's another one