Lil Twist - Good Credit lyrics

Ft. Foolie Faime (Intro) Yes, Lawd, ya heard me, Foolie, ya heard me Mula, ya heard me (Hook) b**h, I'm the man, you gotta give me credit You do when I'm in that p**y, I'm so energetic b**h, you got me workin' like a diabetic Damn, rich n***a, b**h, I got good credit I promise, if you bad as f**, we can have my weddin' I'm runnin' through that p**y like Jerome Bettis Chop, shoot him in his head, f** a headache f** it (Verse) We wake up with choppas and low clips for breakfast Yummy, I'm from the hood, that's Cliffside, that's Wheeler St. And if you want meet, you can meet me there I swear I won't take defeat I shoot you in the head, first shooter undefeated My n***as with me, we comin' deep, put his head in ? Goddamn, fully jet got a limp, I came from a Trans Am (I did) My b**h had a tangerine (she did) They know who I am (they do) I smoke kush by the gram, I always be outta town (I do) I swear to God I hold it down My n***as got them birds, they ship it through the Greyhound I'm ballin' on you f**in' n***as Yo boyfriend outta bounce I pa** bad b**h around, I smoke fruity by the pound And where all my haters? I swear I can't hear a sound No, b**h, f** it! (Hook) We wake up with choppas and low clips for breakfast (we do) Shoot him in his head, f** a headache (f** yo n***a) b**h, you got me workin' like a diabetic But you bad as f**, I gotta give you credit (damn) b**h, you bad as f**, I gotta give you credit (you're beautiful) b**h, you bad as f**, I gotta give you credit (you're beautiful) Let them young mula take you off em ledgings I'mma run through that p**y like Jerome Bettis (run it) (Verse 2: Foolie Faime) 50 audash I'm runnin' this sh** Gun on my hip, pots k**in' these b**h I'm 911 while cuffin' this b**h I' k** errbody choppa choppa this b**h Heard out the chef is the chef, but who gives a sh**? I k** you and yo b**h, run this shovel in yo b**h Yeah we murderers, all you other n***as is scared of us Nervousness, break your balls in all different areas Soft, asparagus, oh see how dirt it is You n***as ain't got bars like we phone carriers Spreadhead, get it? And from Ubongo biggidy biggidy This that camera real pay for you n***a, ain't gettin' neat You betta leave fold, ribiddy ribiddy the show, I'm embeddin' this (Hook) We wake up with choppas and low clips for breakfast (we do) Shoot him in his head, f** a headache (f** yo n***a) b**h, you got me workin' like a diabetic But you bad as f**, I gotta give you credit (damn) b**h, you bad as f**, I gotta give you credit (you're beautiful) b**h, you bad as f**, I gotta give you credit (you're beautiful) Let them young mula take you off em ledgings I'mma run through that p**y like Jerome Bettis (run it)