lirik lagu dave east – couple reasons i’m popular (eastmix)
[verse]
you can come all you want to
papi did his thing, consignment he might front you
strapped but will punch you
i come from a jungle
i ain’t a dance there
and i ain’t singin’ nothin’, my little cousin got the bundles
tried to tell him chill but he in love with the hustle
all he tryna do is double, he a harlem n-gg-
i’m really startin’ to feel like a father figure
and i ain’ talkin’ kyrie, my sneaks y3
came through the tri-state
rarely hang with rappers
i’m only hangin’ with trappin’ n-gg-s that buy weed
nipsey had me in the 60’s with the locs
i’m hmc forever, you can tell by how i smoke
she know this d-ck ain’t for free
my po was on me, i tried to find some p-ss out there cheap
women fall in love quick with this d-ck in the sheets
i don’t feel comfortable without the grip in the streets
i’m on my 1st ave sh-t, four b-tches for me
i ain’t sharin’, p-ss ’em to the homies, never carin’
spanish one named vickey, white one named sharon
black one named angela
my cousin sold c-ke since (?) amateur
no time for amateurs
professional, allah blessed me with style
i do it for my child, my upbringing was wild
i’m feelin’ like the franchise baby i be with smiles
i still be with n-gg-s bring in beef by the cow
they thought i made it when they see me with styles
real recognize real and i ain’t seen you in a while
matter of fact i think i never seen you
i done grinded to the point where i’ma need you
you n-gg-s that stay on the block be like “i never seen him”
cause i be in and out that b-tch, i need a better reason
i be in gucci and givenchy t-shirts, 600 dollars
got a b-tch from the projects say she wanna model
i know a couple photographers if you wanna swallow
closed mouths don’t get fed baby you know the motto
it is just me?
still gettin’ calls from my custy’s
6 floor n-gg-, i was dusty
i was h-ttin’ from the back doin’ my dougie
but not right now
i know you really want a picture n-gg-, not right now
just to put it on your ‘gram, tellin’ people i’m your man
we was used to sellin’ grams, i’m breaking night right now
no n-gg- in the city that can fit my sneaks
the label talkin’ bout a tour i got to live next week
think i need a vacation, i can pick that beach
and if the porshe is too much she get to whip that jeep wrangler
walk down on you n-gg- like i’m a stranger
them project locks you can’t open with a hanger
i look you in your eyes, you know nothin’ bout no danger
you talkin’ bout beef we introduce you to angus
.45 acp, that b-tch stainless
n-gg- i can see my reflection
i change my pistol with my daughter diaper
this for my 10m n-gg-s and this for all the lifers
for my family hittin’ the bar making calls from rykers
like a bomb about to detonate in all the cyphers, i’m blowin’ up
the (?) by the feature right now, it’s blowing up
dj ain’t got to announce us, they already know it’s us
east side in this b-tch, you know what’s up
[outro]
is it just me?
is it just me?
is it just me?
is it just me?
can’t smoke for free
can’t smoke for free
this weed so good can’t smoke for free
got a bad b-tch (?)
they can’t f-ck with me
dollar what’s up
shooter is rollin’
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