letra de art show - fenix flexin
[intro]
(fbeat go crazy)
ayy
n-gga
(fbeat producin’ all the heat)
[verse 1]
push-start the whip, ain’t no keys, baby hopped in
have you ever gotten f-cked in a drop benz?
no, this ain’t no mysp-ce, but she gon’ top friends
two b-tches brought me five figures, but they not tens
i want a good hooker, not a good looker
i’ll go and shoot a movie, i’ll come chris tucker
i don’t want no square b-tch, i want a d-ck sucker
i’ma get them numbers out the b-tch, you want the b-tch number
we ain’t the same, n-gga, it’s a big difference
i be gеtting chicken, boy, you broke, eating mcchickеns
watch that clock while you hot ’cause that b-tch ticking
tell me how you put your trust in her if the b-tch dripping
thinking with your d-ck get you f-cked like a ho b-tch
i be my ’bout my money, lil’ b-tch, yeah, you know this
he said what about who? drop the addy, yeah, we on it
what’s the numbers on the drank? f-ck that, n-gga, pour it
put your trust in her, she gon’ leave you at your lowest
you know this
you ain’t gettin’ money, n-gga, focus
n-gga said he pimpin’, but tricking on a ho b-tch
thirty milligram adderall got me focused
[bridge]
lil’ baby, ask around, i got gas like an arco
n-gga want a chip, we gon’ spark those
he wasn’t thinking with his head, where his heart go?
messy murder scene, boy, it lookin’ like an art show
it ain’t hard to tell a n-gga really gettin’ rackades
i remember puttin’ b-tches on the backpage
blow her back out, tryna f-ck her ’til her back break
n-gga say it’s up, pourin’ smoke by the ashtray
[verse 2]
boy, you just pretending, you ain’t into that
why you rapping ’bout your opps if you ain’t get ’em back?
and if you did, why you speaking on who getting whacked?
n-gga, ayy, keep your mouth closed
and if you did it out a whip, we don’t count those
we call that n-gga ice man ’cause he out cold
only hundreds and the fifties when i count rolls
n-gga, ayy, i get a whole lot of
i can’t say my n-gga name, he a known shotta
b-tch crazy every day like a soap opera
n-gga, you ain’t bustin’ any scripts, you got no doctors
whole pint came sealed, boy, you know the deal
two hundred every line, make me wanna steal
my sons gettin’ older, jewels gettin’ colder
bro don’t lift no weight, but he movin’ boulders
she tried to come around, but she ain’t match the quota
b-tch crazy, told me meet her up at bossa nova
hmm, so i left her on seen
b-tch, i’d rather go and pop a perc’, sip some lean
hmm, i’ma get it, any means
n-gga, i’ma do it by myself, f-ck a team
ayy, baby, tell me if it’s green
arch your back up, make you feel it in your spleen
four thousand on the fit, this some light sh-t (fbeat go crazy)
you can have her for the day, i get the night shift
you a background n-gga, you a sidekick
i’ll go and read a b-tch mind like a psychic
i been chasin’ ben frank’ to the bank
treat the opps like our kids, we’ll get a n-gga spanked (fbeat producin’ all the heat)
how you ballin’, but you broke? n-gga, quit it, i don’t get it
we be goin’ back and forth with the opps like it’s tennis
ayy
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