(Kris Henry)
I swear n***as is frauds
You either eat or you starve
Toothpicks after Ruth Chris
Make a n***as b**h wanna eat with the Gods
Feeling like Mike at his prime
Jackson, Jones
Tyson, Jordan
Shorty wanna spoon
But a n***a forking
Lick her plate clean then I curve in the morning
(sfx)
And we don't take kindly to threats
Shorty keep the nine in the Vette
Make her sniff water
Give her wine til she wet
Told shorty jerk my dick while I dine on her breasts
n***as act wild get tamed with the stretch
f**in on shorty while my chain hits my chest
I swear her brain be the best
Getting head while I swang through the West
(Ibn Inglor )
My old styles dead n***a, you can't ride a ride that ain't there n***a
You be their n***a, no friends over here
n***as wonder why I'm lonely, b**h, You wonder why I'm only
The n***a that can pull this God sh** cause you phony
I wrote this in twenty, make it five of your hoes want to screw me
Live from the south side ave., n***a what
(Hold my mu'f**in' drink dog)
I'll never give a f**, I'm about that n***a
South side, send it up
Altgeld Breed, talk that weed
Ten racks G.P., talk that cream
Walk that stream or plank n***a
Givenchy sharks in that tank n***a
Dive, hold your breath until you can't n***a, Gawd