Crooked I - Leather So Soft lyrics

[Intro: Crooked I] Circle Gang in the building How ya'll doing out there? Everybody asked me who I was talking about last week It ain't who you think it was I got new haters Damn, yeah, I got new haters That's why I'ma just lay back You naw mean, on this smooth a** beat I ain't even fittin' to get hype on these n***as 'cause I'm looking into the future right now man I'm trying to do something on this West Coast you know Plus them n***as so soft [Verse 1: Crooked I] Man my grind got a sweet tooth, I gotta find cake I never met a billion dollars but we got a blind date And when she meet me, she'll marry me, I got blind faith Speak it into existence yeah, that's my mind state Peeking into the distance, got my eyes straight My hustle got so much patience it's making time wait Now put in on the shelf, let's watch the record sell When it come to being dope, you know I never fail I put that money in the streets and I never tell Cops want me in a oxymoron, that's a better jail 'Cause I dump a**ault rifles Thinking like I'm Stokely Carmichael A Eastside psycho Keep the pistol by my side tummy tucked like lypo Point it at your bow tie if you know Tae Bo It's Crooked I hoe, baby want to f** a baller She wearing a shirt that say b**h Now what I'm supposed to call her? Let her in the car she said the leather's so soft Had to tell her she's hella fly but look better clothes off Better pose naked while she blowing my Chevy doors off I get more head in the Impala than every known boss I'm my very own boss, I don't carry on flaws I never burn bridges 'cause that's a stepping stone loss I'm a hustler getting it at a very low cost Think my mama should've named me Rick Harry-O Ross [Refrain] Gotta be a boss Gotta be a G The streets k** my homies What you think they'll do to me My people doing hard time and they won't let them free I been all around the world and all I see is C.O.B C.O.B., C.O.B., C.O.B That's all I need, that's all I need C.O.B., C.O.B 'Cause they riding with me