Firm Biz 08 Songtext
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Ya girl been hot since Corduroys, since -
Quarter waters,and all the boys use to -
Try to be, like the corner boys, cause -
They heard the pussy wetter, than themDorney rides
Fuck with who? Fucks with you
As long as them checks clear like Huxtable
I'm known to hang, with a thug or two
Niggas that only do, what a thug would do
Ask about me, the FEDS watch daily
Gettin' more cheese, more bread, than a deli
Quarter waters,and all the boys use to -
Try to be, like the corner boys, cause -
They heard the pussy wetter, than themDorney rides
Fuck with who? Fucks with you
As long as them checks clear like Huxtable
I'm known to hang, with a thug or two
Niggas that only do, what a thug would do
Ask about me, the FEDS watch daily
Gettin' more cheese, more bread, than a deli
And I'm getting' love, fan mail, Melly
And I throw it up, twelve o'clock, when I wheelie
I'm in the A, I scoop my nigga J
You gotta be brave, you gotta get paid
Ain't nothin' worse, than being a broke bitch
I always got crack, I tell em to smoke this
Yo, ya boy been nice since thunder cats
Since leather boomers and lumber jacks
Come outside with a hundred stack
Jeans with the sweat pants under that, yeah
Front on who? Not on me
Niggas know I keep the seventeen shot on me
Made a lil something off rap, lot off D
Get your points off another nigga, not off me
Air forces, new trues and a crispy tee
New coupe nigga CL-63
Cost you nothin', we get hit for free
With Nicki, matter fact, nah, the bitch with me
So you wanna sip goose and play Nintendo Wii -
No! Get the bricks and flip the ya -
Yo! Chirp, if you looking for the work
Hundred dollars of pussy, my misses getting' busy
FEDs getting dizzy, niggas trying to get me
So I change the sizzy combination, to the cizzy
Brand new V, that's what I get for pitchin
Nice little crib, a couch that I could sit in
Umm, I mean sit on, blow piff, fuck a bitch on
Oops, I mean feller, keeps the umbrell-er
And I only fuck, with them paper makers
Nicki Lewinski, LK to Jada
And I throw it up, twelve o'clock, when I wheelie
I'm in the A, I scoop my nigga J
You gotta be brave, you gotta get paid
Ain't nothin' worse, than being a broke bitch
I always got crack, I tell em to smoke this
Yo, ya boy been nice since thunder cats
Since leather boomers and lumber jacks
Come outside with a hundred stack
Jeans with the sweat pants under that, yeah
Front on who? Not on me
Niggas know I keep the seventeen shot on me
Made a lil something off rap, lot off D
Get your points off another nigga, not off me
Air forces, new trues and a crispy tee
New coupe nigga CL-63
Cost you nothin', we get hit for free
With Nicki, matter fact, nah, the bitch with me
So you wanna sip goose and play Nintendo Wii -
No! Get the bricks and flip the ya -
Yo! Chirp, if you looking for the work
Hundred dollars of pussy, my misses getting' busy
FEDs getting dizzy, niggas trying to get me
So I change the sizzy combination, to the cizzy
Brand new V, that's what I get for pitchin
Nice little crib, a couch that I could sit in
Umm, I mean sit on, blow piff, fuck a bitch on
Oops, I mean feller, keeps the umbrell-er
And I only fuck, with them paper makers
Nicki Lewinski, LK to Jada
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