letra de g sharp - king fantastic
[verse 1: reese one]
i’m in my cadillac mobbing like a champ
got the speakers turned to nigga volume, smoking with my tramp
i’m a west side hog, carin that dog
in the smoke has turned my load into a chariot of fog
f-ck the police and the people that f-ck with them
got like twenty thousand dollars and a pistol in my denim
my 501s is sagging and my nikes ain’t been tied
and i’m the cleanest nigga living in this motherf-cking wide
flying up lincoln, loaded not thinking
hand out the sunroof, pinky ring twinkling
plastic cup drinking, rossi on the rocks
baby powder on her head cuz she been playing with my c-ck
and when her paws go in my draws, no sweat off my b-lls
i’m a very cool customer, i probably won’t be f-cking her
my player card is perfect, and i ain’t sure she worth it
i don’t wanna be a jerk so why not might park and let her slurp it, though
[hook: reese one]
back in the days when i was young, i’m not a kid anymore
thank god i ain’t got to be no f-cking kid again
back in the days when i was young, i’m not a kid anymore
thank god i ain’t got to be no f-cking kid again
i’m on my own now, and it’s on now
what you talkin’ bout “goin” pimpin’, it’s gone down
you see these leather seats, you see this woodgrain
you see the house we headed to ain’t in the hood mayne
[verse 2: reese one]
it’s nighttime and i done changed it up
and i done changed my clothes and what’s in my cup
i’m sippin’ jack, this b-tch is black
that peckerwood i took her back
that’s gangsta shit, i change a b-tch
like i change my f-cking t-shirts
virgo, besides my kid, i’m always thinking bout reese first
on the prowl with my new new
skin the color of a yoohoo
you might have seen her on b–btube
but she just one of my boo boo’s
on my d’angelo, voodoo
how does it feel ho’
and only say mauriceo when shit is getting real ho’
[hook]
back in the days when i was young, i’m not a kid anymore
thank god i ain’t got to be no f-cking kid again
back in the days when i was young, i’m not a kid anymore
thank god i ain’t got to be no f-cking kid again
i’m on my own now, and it’s on now
what you talkin’ bout “goin” pimpin’, it’s gone down
you see these leather seats, you see this woodgrain
you see the house we headed to ain’t in the hood mayne
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