Isaiah Rashad - Cilvia Demo lyrics

"10-4, 10, 10-4; hello? We got- we got a 4-2-3 We got a young man ridin' around, in a Natty Caddy, hehe Natty Caddy, not that at all..." Who's that creepin' through the city in that dark a** tint? Misdemeanor on the way yo I slide in my rimless Bentley, no tights, I'm gymnast Bendin' blocks, my world of Legos Now baby hold that wheel while I'm rollin' up, hopefully she old enough to purchase that liquor, what I need from the store She understands her selection, advance her affection And fears my rejection, never needin' a ho I got plans to be that n***a I know you met him as a child; he gave you 10 bones Don't sweat it, don't wile', be cool for a minute '93 'til/Till be cool for Emmett The hung soul a rapper goes rappin' those wrappin' woes up Defyin' foes, lyin' toes, weapons on tuck Malcolm, they tackle for belief in the movement But Rashad got applause for releasin' the music [Chorus:] Now sometimes I be gettin' higher than a b**h Smokin' all my lows, put the fire to the spliff Whattup... (ay ay) now whattup... (ay ay) Now I've been gettin' higher, and higher And higher, and higher Now whattup... (ay) Now whattup (ay) now whattup, whattup n***as steppin' in the swimmin' pool, invincible Women I pursue get lost in this, uh Middle of the summer's in Miami Kembe with me, Henny, sippin' shots like I bought it for him I'm a brown skin small waisted I'm creeping with my ball faces, I like her titties too I like her attitude, I like her flexible She got a baby due, I think she bis**ual At least I hope so I glance to that little grown man at her front door He looking at me like I looked at pops when he come fo' My mama as a toddler I was selfish this ain't nothin' though I can spit a couple 22s if I want to, I save it for the tour The allure of the gap tooth; rap toose, re-shape 'me son Always knew he would make him something He got schemes to smoke green and make him some, take 'em son [Chorus]