Kutt Calhoun - Laughing Stock (feat. Craig Smith) lyrics

(Kutt Calhoun) I felt that is was very, completely necessary For me to get to addressing these n***as in a hurry They woofing like they scary, but they p**yer than fairies But they sweeter than Ben & Jerry's, I'd hate to bust your cherry But I don't really carey, my ego's in the airy So if you feeling lucky, step to me and I will bury You in the cemetary, for thinking that you're sharing Existence with a real n***a you should all be wary I'm touring like the Beatles, winning everywhere that we go There's a woman in every state that will s** on my libido The hood is all my peoples, so I'm never incognito I got money, I got hoes like as tall as a cathedral You think I'm blowing smokey, you n***as would've told me If you knew another redder respresenter from the "show me" KC is my dominion, and this is my opinion I dont need a clarification listen to what come in it go (Chorus) Money, naked women, HOES! Crilla's full of CLOTHES! Laughing on 'em like Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha We got Phantoms, Bentleys, Maybachs, Rolls They that SLOW! We be laughing on 'em like Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha (Craig Smith) Mr. Smith! KC know I'm, Dragonball Gohan Ain't a s**a but haters could blow on, trees Oh I'm, so pleased, ladies say I'm so fine Got a religion with me like the Q'uran Call me Moses, I'm laying the law Ten ways you could look like money, I look like a mob Style is infectious, y'all better protect ya hearts I'm coming at your chest like a necklace Is it the images in my inner eye Or is it the truth, I'm sitting high n***a in the sky In a minute I'll, be on another planet You wish a n***a would, wish granted Your choice wanna ride with a fly boy? Or die, get your mind right or get a job boy Go and plot in the mob, Footlocker And If I ain't got it I'ma get it, Waka Flocka (Chorus) (Kutt Calhoun) So there you have it my n***as, a special delivery Ge-get slapped silly and the rest is a memory Best in the middle be, par-par-partying all off the time With some Sprite and lemine(lemon/lime?) in my Hennessy Looking at you figates feeling inglorious We warriors why in the world would you war at us? Laughing at you little doolittle f*ggots who can't even stomach us throwing up Why think about showing up? To the majors when your talent is minor, now think about it Payless verses fitted designer, forget about it This is just a reminder, I've been about it I eat beef and I'ma style when I'm In-N-Out it, HA Now you knowing exactly how we do's it Don't confuse it, courtesy of Strange Music, HA Pimpin' all of my party people to the new sh** Kutt Calhoun and Craig Smith live exclusive (Chorus)