Chuuwee, Trizz - May I lyrics
[Chuuwee, Trizz - May I lyrics]
I smoke blunts drink vodka expose niggas
Have triple expose's with my old bitches
My name is Chez I'm addicted to these flows
And these hoes lord knows I got
A jones for a gold digger
I come shining so glowed like the gold member
Anything I touch it turn
Gold then explode nigga
I drop gems and make moves on the low
And move smooth as the low
Pro vogues on the oldsmobile
Leave me lone, stay alone
Cuz them hoes will squeal
Tip toeing on the road i am soul for real
Them other niggas all jokes and you know it
Shiittt go head and laugh know you tired
Of trying to hold it innn
I said gas with the pen when I wrote it
You could over-comatose on this
Pungent too potent
On the west side floating with
My mind wide open my all seeing eye on focus
You know it biiiitccchh
May I kick a little something for the G's And
Get the party poppin on the weekend
Maybe we could smoke a little weed and
See what we get into
May I kick a little something
For the freaks too
Still a real nigga when I greet you
Good where I go when I breeze through
They still showin love
Pulled up wit my shit bumpin
Rollin weed and we gettin blunted
New niggas But, I been thuggin
Ride around town blowin loud
In my chick bucket gas tank on 10 duckets
Still clean and I'm still stuntin
Still mean and I'm still muggin
Still get it crackin my
Nigga it's still nothin
My nigga it's still fuck it
My nigga we still bussin
He talkin shit and won't run it
Still fake still broke still frontin
Still gettin money for livin
The life I wanted
My girl left and we still fuckin
Stay high but I still function
Spend big but I still budget
Still spend money on shit I
Don't really fuck wit
May I kick a little something for the G's And
Get the party poppin on the weekend
Maybe we could smoke a little weed and
See what we get into
May I kick a little something
For the freaks too
Still a real nigga when I greet you
Good where I go when I breeze through
They still showin love
Have triple expose's with my old bitches
My name is Chez I'm addicted to these flows
And these hoes lord knows I got
A jones for a gold digger
I come shining so glowed like the gold member
Anything I touch it turn
Gold then explode nigga
I drop gems and make moves on the low
And move smooth as the low
Pro vogues on the oldsmobile
Leave me lone, stay alone
Cuz them hoes will squeal
Tip toeing on the road i am soul for real
Them other niggas all jokes and you know it
Shiittt go head and laugh know you tired
Of trying to hold it innn
I said gas with the pen when I wrote it
You could over-comatose on this
Pungent too potent
On the west side floating with
My mind wide open my all seeing eye on focus
You know it biiiitccchh
May I kick a little something for the G's And
Get the party poppin on the weekend
Maybe we could smoke a little weed and
See what we get into
May I kick a little something
For the freaks too
Still a real nigga when I greet you
Good where I go when I breeze through
They still showin love
Pulled up wit my shit bumpin
Rollin weed and we gettin blunted
New niggas But, I been thuggin
Ride around town blowin loud
In my chick bucket gas tank on 10 duckets
Still clean and I'm still stuntin
Still mean and I'm still muggin
Still get it crackin my
Nigga it's still nothin
My nigga it's still fuck it
My nigga we still bussin
He talkin shit and won't run it
Still fake still broke still frontin
Still gettin money for livin
The life I wanted
My girl left and we still fuckin
Stay high but I still function
Spend big but I still budget
Still spend money on shit I
Don't really fuck wit
May I kick a little something for the G's And
Get the party poppin on the weekend
Maybe we could smoke a little weed and
See what we get into
May I kick a little something
For the freaks too
Still a real nigga when I greet you
Good where I go when I breeze through
They still showin love