Letras
What, what, what, what, what
Yeah
Yeah
We in Baltimore right now
I've been told this sounds like a Cadillac
So if you own a Cadillac, good job, nigga
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha
Yeah, they tell all the stories 'bout the times
None of them niggas is on my mind
I had, I had to flip it, make that melon lime
You dope, put them on the stove, fry 'em, yeah
Most my niggas got they heads screwed on
Tight as a virgin, pussy mushy, had me stuck on the phone
Finding my pace, make another run to B'more
Behind Madea built, mama got that boy pregnant like a seahorse
I found me a pot that I can pee on, a window I can throw it out
I can say shit like, "get the fuck up out my house"
But since you let me use your couch, you ain't gon' never be without
All my brothers, they can vouch, I ain't never been no slouch, what you searchin' for?
You got your mind made up, what you cursin' for?
I love you dearly, but lately, spirits been trippin', boy
So much for jury, you lost me replace them niggas' course
I know you hear me, yo
They tell all the stories 'bout the times
None of them niggas is on my mind
I had, I had to flip it, make that melon lime
The dope, put them on the stove, fry 'em, yeah
Most my niggas got they heads screwed on
Tight as a virgin, pussy mushy, had me stuck on the phone
Finding my pace, make another run to B'more
Behind Madea , mama got that boy pregnant like a- yo
Before I leave you, I'ma tell you (?) Peace heart
Don't follow me just 'cause you got bored
Many tours, flights I can't afford, it's dicey, my boy
A shiesty whore left my heart annoyed, don't open that door
They know the lore, I never kept it secret
It's all good in the hood, hustle like it's legal
Soon as you get it hot, skrrt, there go the people
You nigga want me for interviews, but you fuckin' evil
They say they need you, let you tell 'em no, might fuckin' eat you
My shit be lethal, put some lighter fluid on the needle