Baby Smoove - Phenergan lyrics
[Baby Smoove - Phenergan lyrics]
Yeah, ayy yeah
Think it's time to kick the cup (yeah)
I'm on a first class flight just so I can
(Meech)
How many of 'em can you get?
How many do you got?
I'm on a first class flight just
So I can pick a crop nigga, this a Hellcat
I ain't stoppin' for them cops (Haha)
Shit, I did it on my own
Some niggas need a cosign
Niggas know what we be on, you'll die
You touch mine you can't get no free verse
I make dog shit off mine
This a real two seater so
The seats don't recline
Let yo' bitch drive the coupe
She got a Fusion 09'
Shit, I got so many cars
I could start a Enterprise
I ain't hold nigga's hands
Ain't nobody hold mine
I can't name one nigga who
Bought me studio time
You can't stare at VVS's
You'll really go blind
It's too many grown men who
Out here movin' like bitches
It's a lot of gown men
Who really out here snitchin'
Bitch, you can leave or you can stay
It don't make no difference
Money don't make you real
We'll take yo' chicken
I looked at you like my brother
That shit hurt my feelin's
I get high like my grandma
When she high off prescription
Spent two-thousand on this bag and it's
Too small for the pistol
I had to hit you with this chopper
'cause I swear that you miss us
See me, I'm a old rich ass nigga
Always Amiri wearing with a F&N
If you tied in with the gang
Then just know that you official
Fuck around and make me mad
The Franchise get you she gon' suck, suck
Suck 'til she covered in my juice
All I smoke is exotic
This shit taste like some Skittles
I promise when you die
Ain't nobody gon' miss you
Somebody tell the real to come
Back 'cause I miss you
I'm at Neiman's for the new shit
In here with two sticks
Before we left out for shows, boy
We been on road trips
Broke nigga give it up, boy
You stuck on old shit
Don't give a fuck what you have
When you ain't got shit
Bartendin' with the drink, yeah
I got a cold mix i'ma always love Apple for
They lil' white bricks
Bakin' real turtle pies
You will never taste this
Lil' nigga you a crumb
You do lil' boy shit
You can keep your lil' ho
She ain't even make my list
A deuce of Wock' in the toilet
Every time I take a piss
I got hoes who do whatever just
For me like a pimp oh for real, bro
He dead? I can't believe it was him
Think it's time to kick the cup (yeah)
I'm on a first class flight just so I can
(Meech)
How many of 'em can you get?
How many do you got?
I'm on a first class flight just
So I can pick a crop nigga, this a Hellcat
I ain't stoppin' for them cops (Haha)
Shit, I did it on my own
Some niggas need a cosign
Niggas know what we be on, you'll die
You touch mine you can't get no free verse
I make dog shit off mine
This a real two seater so
The seats don't recline
Let yo' bitch drive the coupe
She got a Fusion 09'
Shit, I got so many cars
I could start a Enterprise
I ain't hold nigga's hands
Ain't nobody hold mine
I can't name one nigga who
Bought me studio time
You can't stare at VVS's
You'll really go blind
It's too many grown men who
Out here movin' like bitches
It's a lot of gown men
Who really out here snitchin'
Bitch, you can leave or you can stay
It don't make no difference
Money don't make you real
We'll take yo' chicken
I looked at you like my brother
That shit hurt my feelin's
I get high like my grandma
When she high off prescription
Spent two-thousand on this bag and it's
Too small for the pistol
I had to hit you with this chopper
'cause I swear that you miss us
See me, I'm a old rich ass nigga
Always Amiri wearing with a F&N
If you tied in with the gang
Then just know that you official
Fuck around and make me mad
The Franchise get you she gon' suck, suck
Suck 'til she covered in my juice
All I smoke is exotic
This shit taste like some Skittles
I promise when you die
Ain't nobody gon' miss you
Somebody tell the real to come
Back 'cause I miss you
I'm at Neiman's for the new shit
In here with two sticks
Before we left out for shows, boy
We been on road trips
Broke nigga give it up, boy
You stuck on old shit
Don't give a fuck what you have
When you ain't got shit
Bartendin' with the drink, yeah
I got a cold mix i'ma always love Apple for
They lil' white bricks
Bakin' real turtle pies
You will never taste this
Lil' nigga you a crumb
You do lil' boy shit
You can keep your lil' ho
She ain't even make my list
A deuce of Wock' in the toilet
Every time I take a piss
I got hoes who do whatever just
For me like a pimp oh for real, bro
He dead? I can't believe it was him