Kris Hendrix - District of Columbia lyrics

Keep it trill Yeah that's all I know Got a white b**h that loves this chocolate Got a black chick y'all wouldn't know Throw the red carpet wherever I go Just finished booking me 20 more shows Got a couple n*****, that would do anything So I give them the finest of hoes Okay Finest foods, the finer things The finest j**els, she'll never get a ring It just ain't my thing, it just ain't my thing Stop sweating me, it just ain't my thing b**hes know, my Daddy's gone My single drops, it's they favorite song Now the album drops, it ain't been that long It's yet to release but they know every song It's The Good, The Bad, The Beautiful This that Brooklyn, Cali, AlabamAvenue, Houston flow This that sh** they looking for Christian Grey, Christian Dior This that sh** you hide in that brown bag Down from that liquor store She said I heard you cool with Drizzy June No worries b**h that's the word on road Tristan said these hoes don't know Plant the seed, this boy gon' grow New York's where I'm born and raised But n**** you already know CHORUS Ladies and Mercedes Ladies and Mercedes Ladies and Mercedes Ladies and Mercedes It's all for, It's all for Ladies and Mercedes Now this b**h is talking crazy Out my face with that foogazy b**h I swear Olu is a beast Man I show this city love From Northwest down to Southeast I said now KD is a beast That's from Seat Pleasant up to Uptown CCB, to TCB, to TOB, to Chuck Brown Momma said what goes around Is bound to come right back around So I keep a clean cut, dirty Sprite, tailored down She said damn June moving nice How you learn to dance so well Like I was born and raised on go-go But you know it's hard to tell CHORUS Ladies and Mercedes Ladies and Mercedes Ladies and Mercedes Ladies and Mercedes It's all for, It's all for Ladies and Mercedes Now this b**h is talking crazy Out my face with that foogazy b**h I'll let Olu handle you Now watch me flip the script n**** [Wale Verse]: Wale, if you don't know me You better read a book or something, this is D.C., By way of PG, we call that DMV This song about you, then you probably need to leave Pew! There go that ole girl, you need to go for it Jordan 4's, won't find me in no loafers Hold up, Maryland, I am so Terp I've been so thorough, that's what I boast for I know you thinking, I ain't gotta go there You sitting at the bar wearing Barbaro's hair Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love Blue eyes but she blacker than Kunta We don't believe you, you need more people You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you Shake your hair like them tracks ain't coming out Bartender, no ice, bring another shot And I ain't tryna be trife when I call 'em out...