Just Leek - Robert Kelly's Closet Corpse lyrics

[Intro] Ay [Verse 1] 4'4's I'm tippin Wood grain I'm grippin Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping Turn yo neck and yo dame missing Me and Suave ain't tripping I'm finger flippin and syrup sipping Like do or die I'm po pimping Car stop rims keep spinning Chunk a deuce to Mike Jones Po 2'4 and I'm gone Turn screw on and I'm throwed Leave ya boo alone and I'm chosed Keep my j**els on and I'm froze f**ing everything gold (Trojan magnum condom wrappers f**ing everything gold) Got a problem with these p**y boys secretly dick riding Took yo hoe out for lunch guaranteed that yo b**h buying Then we quick sliding Back to the crib, find her She see what the dick like and Thumbs up like she hitch hiking She ain't got no cla** but that a** a A plus She face a n***a right Got it covered, make up Told that b**h I ain't a surgeon Show me what she made of Cause I guarantee I'll be gone whenever she wake up