Birdman, Mack Maine - You Too Fine lyrics
[Birdman, Mack Maine - You Too Fine lyrics]
Candy red, candy on a new bed
Versace spread, hundred where a nigga laid
Where we played, brought her on another site
Oceancity view, hella choppers everynight
G5n' take her on another spree
Shoppin' spree, for solid fuckin' with a G
YM nigga, YMCMB
Everyday the luxery life of a OG
Persian rugs
Chandeliers on the marble floors
Birkin bags, Chanel with the glass doors
V12 760 with the new money
New ghost, pearl white bitch, Young Money
Yeah, higher than I've ever been
Ocean water, just skooze Gucci Benz
Brand new photo Benz
And every time I come I
Got my two block twins
I said, Oooh girl you classy
Ohh Ohhh girl you nasty
Type to never ever put no type
Of draws where your ass be
That's one of your best qualities
Babygirl if you ask me
Lookin' like a Harv professor
Hard for you to pass me
Dis purp got me high man
I'm feelin' like feelins
Premeditated murder
Yeah tonight I'm tryna kill it
You say you been doin your keagles
Well tonight I'm tryin' to feel it
Rest in piece to Gary Coleman
"What you talkin' bout Willis?"
Don't need no translator to
Understand your bady language
Your ass must be part of the
Bloods the way that bitch bangin'
I ain't no vocal coach
But I would have that pussy sangin'
You seein' stars and stripes
You hearin' bells ringin'
Yeah, now tell me your secret as
I slide off in your vigous
All night sessions is your blessings
Don't worry bout no quickies
We could get tipsy like some
Hippies and Minaj like Nicki
So soon as you get home, hit me cuuuzzz
Twenty on some custom? lens
Brand new whips, everyday foreign lens
Di-Dippin' while I'm divin' shortie love
To see me win
Whe When she come around all red blood Benz
Pearly, area, they on some money shit
Hustlin' shit out the bed
On some runnin' shit
Hundreds flippin' money nigga on
Some hundred shit
Old school nigga, big money shit
Red wine, clear port on the sunshine
Harley Davids, matcchin' bike, just like mine
Cherry wood, nose divin' cuz we on the grind
Born rich, money stay on my mind
Roberta could file a nigga, she don't ball
Sunset, LA, she don't ball
G5, one night just to see the ball
You don't run the game, nigga threw the ball
Versace spread, hundred where a nigga laid
Where we played, brought her on another site
Oceancity view, hella choppers everynight
G5n' take her on another spree
Shoppin' spree, for solid fuckin' with a G
YM nigga, YMCMB
Everyday the luxery life of a OG
Persian rugs
Chandeliers on the marble floors
Birkin bags, Chanel with the glass doors
V12 760 with the new money
New ghost, pearl white bitch, Young Money
Yeah, higher than I've ever been
Ocean water, just skooze Gucci Benz
Brand new photo Benz
And every time I come I
Got my two block twins
I said, Oooh girl you classy
Ohh Ohhh girl you nasty
Type to never ever put no type
Of draws where your ass be
That's one of your best qualities
Babygirl if you ask me
Lookin' like a Harv professor
Hard for you to pass me
Dis purp got me high man
I'm feelin' like feelins
Premeditated murder
Yeah tonight I'm tryna kill it
You say you been doin your keagles
Well tonight I'm tryin' to feel it
Rest in piece to Gary Coleman
"What you talkin' bout Willis?"
Don't need no translator to
Understand your bady language
Your ass must be part of the
Bloods the way that bitch bangin'
I ain't no vocal coach
But I would have that pussy sangin'
You seein' stars and stripes
You hearin' bells ringin'
Yeah, now tell me your secret as
I slide off in your vigous
All night sessions is your blessings
Don't worry bout no quickies
We could get tipsy like some
Hippies and Minaj like Nicki
So soon as you get home, hit me cuuuzzz
Twenty on some custom? lens
Brand new whips, everyday foreign lens
Di-Dippin' while I'm divin' shortie love
To see me win
Whe When she come around all red blood Benz
Pearly, area, they on some money shit
Hustlin' shit out the bed
On some runnin' shit
Hundreds flippin' money nigga on
Some hundred shit
Old school nigga, big money shit
Red wine, clear port on the sunshine
Harley Davids, matcchin' bike, just like mine
Cherry wood, nose divin' cuz we on the grind
Born rich, money stay on my mind
Roberta could file a nigga, she don't ball
Sunset, LA, she don't ball
G5, one night just to see the ball
You don't run the game, nigga threw the ball