Layzie Louis - Vinyls lyrics

[Them barz: Layzie Louis] Ayo I got them barz so b**h you better check this out They see me comin around, spittin a crazy flow I'm all about See, I've been rappin for years, it's obvious How the f** do you think I got them rhymes, I'm a genius Talented, dope or whatever you like Always surrounded by some b**hes I might not f** You can s** though They can never distract me from making money, just too focused hoe On the low, we've been selling dope Kilos callin' other kilos b**h that's how it goes Roll somethin', let them haters taste the sh** They need to sit on clouds, to appreciate the way I spit Hey We gon' take the world by storm and then They be like "damn these french men so elegant !" Relevant, to the game, b**h they can't compete Ben currently f**in all type of b**hes and lotta damn nasty beats [The Real Problem: Layzie Louis] When I was 6 years old, I knew I was the man b**h They've always trusted me, I swear I was born to lead The ill kid though, they used to be affraid of me But now I got these hoes saying like "Layz you pretty !" Thanks bae though I won't return the compliment It might seem bougie, what I want from you's a one night stand At your place? Of course, b**h you ain't coming home f** with you all night, In the morning I'm gone Tryna say whud up if you catch me Already in another zone where you can't be Prolly, spittin flow, smokin dro So don't you worry if I ain't pick up the phone I'll let you know when I'm done You might think that I'm wrong Let me write a couple sixteen bars, then maybe I come Huh, I swear them hoes is the real problem I just can't be making money while I am f**in with 'em [My Spot: Layzie Louis] They tryna steal my spot Then come with nothin' Style so wack, these motherf**ers really frontin' I don't know, I mean, what should I do ? Let these haters talking or maybe tell 'em the Truth ? I know they give attention to what ima write French dude off the rip, sounding dope Am I right ? Eversince I got bars, been all up on my balls I don't really give a f** I'm stayin focused on my job That's right Making crowds jump While b**hes tryna hit me with that prenup Huh, that sh** ain't really relevant What's up with your man ? What the hell he gon' pretend ? I'm so delegent, ain't got time to be your friend Talk behind my back in front of me your b**h is giving heads Aha, who the f** dawg you thought I was ? Layzie motherf**in Louis bout to make the buzz [One Day: Layzie Louis] Ima make it one day sippin Chardonnay Go and tell 'em that they gon' hate with no f**ing reason, tryna prove themselves they ain't nothin Bros, hoes, chillin' smokin' dro California Kush, making music as a pro Wow, I wonder how it feels like Gettin' everysingle thing you've been dreamin' bout Big mansion with a pool I can swim into Everyday ask myself again "which car I'll choose" The mercedes ? or the Rari ? Big a** gym to work out, them b**hes love it ! A theater to watch some movies, plus my own Golf course Throw a steack on the grill, posted up on the porsche Yo, homie I swear it's all I've ever wanted Make millies off my albums, living good then share the profits With them homies, that's what it is They just always got my back on some different sh** You can try, but I swear you could never check me Started from the core, nevertheless I keep on pushing Yeah, reaching for the stars bruh Always keep that hard work Ima cop all these f**in things Dope motherf**in' Prince They ain't ever get a chance to go on the ship That's just how it goes Life is bout to show me love like I told you so