Lyricks - Strictly 4 My Lees lyrics

Im flipping tracks like the done side of grilling beef Sipping tea, breaking tree in peach swisher sweets I feel the heat, i put the peppers and garlic on top! Korean barbeque flow. smoking party of five Need a gla** of Hite mekju with some soju in it Need a pack of finest bechu with some roll ups in it Kinda pissed cuz i got off the phone with kublai Listening to roora eating soobak... he tells me 'the KSA don't like it TOO raw' I mean i'm lyricks, what they expect me to do dog? Think i'm bad for the youth? think i'm too ghetto? They like accoustic guitar players with loop pedals? Hold up... you better slow down baby Invite lyricks. 'dont spit' / that's crazy You better go down lady, i brought my whole team And my whole team crazy Mixing kimchi in my kitchen on mohogany Put the disc in. bumping bone thugs and harmony Thinking of halmuni, and how many times she couldn't resist Cooked me the fish to lay it out for me If she's looking down now, man is she proud of me?! And the fact i had to ask the truth is loud to me Man i'm back, MCs... i'm sorry But you jokes, you're comedians... aziz ansaris The return of the rap deniro Blasting beats in a black montero Triple xl everything black apparel From the south. filled with gifts. i'm a cracker barrel Rap to get your cash up. spit it. get it mastered Catch all the rats while they nap, then get your gra** cut Words travel through walls here like it's casper, so Even if disaster has to happen you dispatch your back up Haters get slapped up. react? get your scalp cut Kick you in the back with my flat foot... Roll you up and put in you a bag like backwoods And i don't even smoke that... On a action bro track, i leave you stretched, FLAT like road maps Put my fist in the air, proud like pro blacks This is something light that i wrote, man just hol' that You know that lyricks is the illest? but you know that You know thattttttttttttt x3 Slow down