Dame Grease - Poodie lyrics

Uh, yeah It's ya boy Boss Don Biggavel 'Bout to bring ya that wave So street, so wavy Got these n***as bobbing and weaving Oh man, 16000 the first week [Verse 1:] What kinda motherf**er black-ball a n***a off YouTube I can tell ya who, baby I got new shoes Riding on the wave like gnarley, k** a n***a probably I tell all the b**hes my name Charly Bobby, Whitney, n***as tried to hit me n***a my only fear is God should come and get me, quickly 'Fore these Bergen b**hes try to put a n***a on a d**h list My crew they getting restless f** it, I ain't never going back (never) They gon' have to find me like Sadaam, got Bigga tatooed on my arm Got Al Pac, he's a rider, he ready to squeeze on my command I'm 'bout to give him 100 grand, his brother was with me in the can (Peanut) They call him Peanut Pour me a swigga and roll the weed up, G's Up Max, I remember that (yeah) you and Grease yall the sh** Together y'all the Men In Black. Will Smith- Numbers I can do if these lip singing b**hes stop hating on my movement Beamer like a cruise ship Whip it up nice, that's a cool flip, brought it back big Bigga the quarterback kid Ow [Hook] All my Gain Greene n***as getting paid Mami I blow 100 away investing in real estate I'm a ride (Oww) n***a you's a b**h, take a look at my eyes Mami wonder why (why) My 4-4 gon' make sure that Poodie won't grow Baby I'm the don (don) Got the chickens lookig' good Take a look at my arm Ow [Verse 2:] n***a did, only 16000 When we go to the mall, baby we ain't browsing Baby we be, selling in front of housing, non-stop, pirate Moving in 20 degree climates I miss, driving in the sunset Baby open your mouth, I'm tryna get your tongue wet. Dumb s**- Three or four b**hes in a day, it's enough dick for all of them Gain Greene n***as steady balling Bottles we be pouring You got another n***a wave. Baby I'm making 10 a day I was in the shade tryna cool off, cause a n***a really on fire Jimmy, I'm 'bout to make him retire Sour got me higher, on a different level Got me 'bout to make a deal with the devil I can see the, reflection off the bezel It glitter off the BB I tell these n***as to come and see me. Freely Biggavel spit it, give you pain. They tryna ban lip sing Ask about your n***a cause I get it in, we clocking them Benjamins Whenever you look up your b**h is f**ing with him again Oww [Hook] [Verse 3:] Yeah Least night I had the skeeze Felt so good it had to be Me and my homies, we gettin' paid Man oh man, we gotta it made Lotta n***as wanna roll with the team Lotta n***as wanna join Gain Greene But if you go against Greene I will I'm a let the semi-auto spill Bigga chill, better sip on some Hennessy n***a 'fore you bleed, we ridin' on our enemies Hit them n***as up, 'fore them pace that bullsh**, bomb first n***as that keep they money in Converse, arms thirst Tryna get a hit, ain't no tellin' what she do Is she there for ya rock, then she stick it in the stem Bigga getting it again, Blizz came, put me in the mood Bought me a 5th of Grand Cru Got you n***as sitting in the studio, dreaming of the Grammy's Stressing and contemplating the plan B Family always come first when there's prices, got spices Biggaveli the nicest Ow [Hook]