lirik lagu bigwestt & danny g beats - danny glover
[intro]
(ooh, sh~t, that’s a danny g beat)
uh
skrrt, skrrt
okay
(you’re not makin’ this easy, kyle)
[chorus]
yeah, real tapped in playin’ a role just like a chess game
only came to rap but let me tell you how the press came
don’t show your old b~tch who i am, i give her chest pains
ain’t enough money to ever make a n~gga less strange
real raw b~tch like when you slip off the rubber (real raw)
lethal weapon on my belt, the bl!ck danny glover (graah, graah)
ever took a loss, was always quick to recover
now i’m takin’ off thе sheets, i’m tryna sneak under covers
[verse]
slim and pеtite, pockets got me on overload
track got a drive~thru on the side, i’m servin’ 4 for 4s
b~tches come and go, so i suggest you better hold your ho
pockets sh~t straight in these b~tches’ face, i’m goin’ door to door (come on)
b~tches can’t switch up the flow ’cause they be d~ck stuck
how the f~ck you comin’ at me, ho? you must be distro
got my own bag, i tell a n~gga that his d~ck soft
all them n~ggas you calling your bro keep they d~ck tucked
then once you be goin’ in, i ain’t runnin’ out of moves (h~ll nah)
told myself you better tighten up, them hoes’d cut you loose
always took them l’s straight to the chin, i still won’t never lose (yeah)
i ain’t puttin’ b~tches on no plates ’cause they’ll pick and choose
maybe i’m too real for ’em, still’ll make sure that they eat
all the steps i took to get the star, you better catch my feet
j haters monday morning, fifty haters in the week
made that n~gga give up all that head, b~tch, i could peep a geese
d~mn, hold on, is this a hater tryna know the scoop? (hold on)
how the f~ck i know he ain’t got no car, he tryna post that coupe?
b~tch tryna take over the spot, i’ma scoop the boo (b~tch)
ten gray, learned more about that fire, so i recoop the woo
[chorus]
yeah, real tapped in playin’ a role just like a chess game
only came to rap but let me tell you how the press came (b~tch, how it go)
don’t show your old b~tch who i am, i give her chest pains
ain’t enough money to ever make a n~gga less strange (no)
real raw b~tch like when you slip off the rubber (just come here)
lethal weapon on my belt, the bl!ck danny glover (graah, graah)
ever took a loss, was always quick to recover (let’s go)
now i’m takin’ off the sheets, i’m tryna sneak under covers (b~tch, who there?)
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