George Young - Wipe Me Down Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: George Young] Okay... we're reloaded b**hes! George Young in the building Paperboy Productions What up NGenius? ADeezy, I feel it was my right We're gonna show them how to get it done... [Verse 1: George Young] Aye, when I stepped through the door they wipe me down like an antique Cuz they never seen them Nikes down on that man's feet It's likely now that some boys can't stand G And hope I die young like Jon Bennet Ramsey Got tons of that oil, I'm like a modern day Clampat See, we lean in that H, like there's no such thing as gravity And pa** the sweets around like there's no such thing as cavities I need a couple trees just to function like a hammock, B I'm feeling myself, this is unheard vanity You boys try jacking G? One word: tragedy On your end, now they mourning by morning And you missing according to Borden But, why should George resort to the sword when The mightiest pen makes him more ends I'm thinking foreigns on top of four rims And icing out my arms like I got sore limbs [Hook] How you like me now b**h? How you like me now b**h? How you like me now b**h? How you like me now b**h? How you like me now b**h? How you like me now b**h? We got that doja, ex, and lean Doja, ex, and lean Doja, ex, and lean Doja, ex, and lean [Verse 2: George Young] I'm Head & Shoulders, Zest, & Axe groomed I'm Folger's fresh, I'm that dude See me with a cup of clear, you know I'm a damn fool You know I ain't drinking water like in Cancun Little Mama bopping more than average fans do So like the finish line tape, she getting ran through That's Deezy, Peezy, Cash, Blue And then behave like a vacuum It's funny how that word ends with cum and U It's to late to cuff your boo, she already done the crew And yeah, I'm from the town where the boys bumping screw And yeah, I'm like the number two with a number 2 And it says a lot about you if I don't f** with you Especially if I give you one finger instead of chunking two We'll just treat you like a buster Want beef? You like to suffer And b**h we can rumble, all we need is Michael Buffer [Hook] [Verse 3: George Young] To be honest, I don't really like the club scene But if the chick's right, and the drug is green sh** I just might discover me a color scheme To make you ashamed of them fake Red Monkey jeans I see your so-called thuggish team, muggish mean Y'all just acting like David DaCoveny Ain't bout them hands it's all tongue and cheek f** around, knock the plaque right from your teeth But f** that man, I'm only here for something sweet In a skirt with an apple bottom underneath And, I'm saying ain't nothing like them Southern freaks When Merk play the song and they love the beat Step behind her, but first I know the rules Wait for the look back to let me know its cool And then, she put that a** on me like a stool And the rest of the night I tried giving that a** the mule