A$AP ANT, Soduh - Fubu Got That Flame 9000 lyrics

Uh, uh

I got her so clean, I took her to Tysons
(Cash out, cash out, cash out)
You think they Mike Tyson
The way that they bitin' (Wop, wop)
He can get shot too, who you hypin'?
(Who, who you hypin'?)
Smokin' these J's to myself, no cypher
My jeans were baggy, but I made them tighter
On Valentine's Day, I one night her

Shit, hol' up, one is a Benz
Come on, you and yo' friends
Took you a while and I'm spendin' the bands
Spendin' the bands, I'ma spend the cash
Yo' dope a five, my shit a ten
I'm focused mind, I'm militant
Tricker, I'm gon' beat
Forty on me, Shawn Kemp
Bust his brains, nonsense
Nigga, I see no evil, nigga, I see no equal
Count them bands, I see dead people
Already, she got a diplomat like Killa Cam
I bake the cake like Beanie Siegel
Thirty clip hang out the car
We shootin' movies, just like the Regal

Sendin' hit's just like The Beatles
Don't let them niggas mislead you
Right there's where I'll leave you
I left her there 'cause I don't need you
Sold him food, he use a needle
Ride the carpet like Aladdin
You was nice, but what happened?
Red beam, laser tag 'em
Call the play just like I'm Madden
I took her somewhere where it's sandy
Caught 'em slippin' off the Xannies
Told her show up with no panties