Willie D - Willie Dee lyrics

[Verse One: Willie Dee] Five-oh's on my mother f**ing back Cause I'm a young black with a bad a** Cadillac I can't ride on the mother f**ing street Without being hara**ed by some bullsh** police f**ing with me like a thug Pulling me over for suspicion of d** They look dumb when they see I ain't got none So they take me down for the shotgun That I keep in the front seat For any dumb mother f**er who f**s with me Charge me b**h, give me a run I'll be out before the mother f**ing paper works done Having fun with my friends Doing the same old sh** all over again Cause I ain't being played like a s**er By no doughnut eating chicken white mother f**er They can't stand to see a brother making I ain't go no keys so stop f**ing with me Before you make me mad And I'll put out a hit to take care of your a** I ??? none mother f**er If I catch you in street clothes I'mma bust a Cap on your a** for making me disgusted That'll teach your a** not to f** with [Hook:] Willie Dee (Don't f** with me) -- > Ghetto Boys [scratched] Willie Dee (Don't f** with me) -- > Ghetto Boys [scratched] Hit me! [Verse Two: Willie Dee] I'm a lover not a f**er b**hes on my dick like a tight a** rubber Keeping my sh** hard as wood Not because I eat 'em good because I treat 'em good Chop chop chopping mother f**ers up Hardest mother f**er, he don't give a f** ?? down with me Come down we kick more a** than HPD Get down for the crown in a ?? Ain't the average face mother f**er on a racket Live the life that I sing about Make a stupid a** move and you'll find out I don't give a f** where you come from son I ain't taking sh** off of nobody, cause I'm [Hook:] Willie Dee (Don't f** with me) -- > Ghetto Boys [scratched] Willie Dee (Don't f** with me) -- > Ghetto Boys [scratched] (f** with me) [Verse Three: Willie Dee] Can't act a mother f**ing fool So don't put me in the god damn mood Bum rushing is ho sh** All the bad mother f**ers are dead and that's no sh** I ain't playing on another man's wishes I'm too busy f**ing with the b**hes Would I give a damn if my friend f** my gal? As long as he told me we still pals Let it slide cause I'm on another level But get your b**h a** for times get better And let her stupid a** go Cause one ho don't stop no god damn show I send her a** through a trauma When I pack her sh** and send her back to her momma Cause I'd rather have an ugly chick Then a hard head fine a** pretty b**h Who ain't down, want me to hound Like her pussies the only one in town I tell a b**h to get on Cause p**y ain't nothing but meat on a bone, to Willie Dee [Interlude:] Yo, I don't understand these stupid a** mother f**ers beating on their woman's for f**ing on But still come on like a mother f**ing punk come for s**ing dick Why the hell you wanna give a b**h a A when she deserves a C It's time for you mother f**ers to listen to me [Verse Four: Willie Dee] I got three b**hes that know each other But it's cool cause I'm a mother f**er I take them out spend a lot of money But ain't no damn b**h gonna run me They give each other respect Whoever f**s up I put them in check So before you clown you should know this She might be your gal but she's my b**h Ho like a drug dealer style And mosee on down to the next damn guy All your friends think "girl you look stunning" But b**h your turn is coming Fight over a b**h, what for? I lose one and gain seven more (You'se a lying mother f**er) I'll a sure you I'm not b**h stop s**ing my dick tell 'em what I got [Outro:] Seven women in the palm of his hands, Willie Dee Willie