Devin The Dude - Pick My Brain lyrics
[Devin The Dude - Pick My Brain lyrics]
Aww mayne, muthafuckas think I've changed
I'm just tryna chill, that ain't why I came
Now I got these niggas tryna pick my brain
And a couple a bitches wanna lick my thang
Aww mayne, muthafuckas think I've changed
I'm just tryna chill, that ain't why I came
Now I got these niggas tryna pick my brain
And a couple a bitches wanna lick my thang
Aww mayne
Up in the scene with some green in my jeans
Me and my team made of most of weed things
Just leaving the lab, bout to have
Bust a drink
Find some pink and hope it don't stink
I go out hardly but when I chill at a party
I just be glad to see everybody
Having a good time as we chill and reminisce
Get on the flo' and bust a move
Remember this? As I see the ladies ringing
While the DJ is spinning
Bout to pounce up on some pussy
Ain't finna pay a penny
Excuse me Miss, baby you looking good
I wish we could
Get to know each other and uh
(Hey, check it out man!
I'm tryin to get out there man, what's
The best way to do it, man?
I'm tryin to get out there)
You tryin to get out there, man I don't know
Man i know the door is up there to the right
(Aww man, you trippin)
That nigga bustin me and
Talkin bout the publishing
When that ain't the
Conversation we discussing
When we got a group of bitches
Over there in the mix
Lookin oh so fine with their hair fixed
I don't know right now how much
Will I charge for a verse
But, I do know that my dick
Is so hard that it hurts
Lookin at that bitch over there
Excuse me mayne let me spit my game
Hopefully she'll lick my thang
(Oh that nigga trippin
That nigga think he that
That nigga think he this
Hey nigga ain't bout shit
Man he ain't gon help a brother out in need
All that nigga wanna do is
Fuck hoes and smoke weed
Man you know I'm tryna come
Up and tryna do mines
And that nigga there he ain't got time)
We got sweets, got freaks
Got joints and shit's i won't talk about no
Mothafuckin points and split's
We talkin and we jokin bout to
Spark it finna smoke it
(Say man my CD's about ready, man what I do)
Market and promote it!
Man my dick I'm tryin to poke it
In the broad when I leave
It's kinda difficult to do it wit
You slobbin on my sleeve nigga please
Hit the weed and chill fo' a sec
What are the chances of you getting
The deal fo' I jet?
With all due respect I understand your hustle
But, I'm tryna get one-a deez hoez
To hug my love muscle
(Man, what's a love muscle?
What's a love muscle? Hey man)
I'm just tryna chill, that ain't why I came
Now I got these niggas tryna pick my brain
And a couple a bitches wanna lick my thang
Aww mayne, muthafuckas think I've changed
I'm just tryna chill, that ain't why I came
Now I got these niggas tryna pick my brain
And a couple a bitches wanna lick my thang
Aww mayne
Up in the scene with some green in my jeans
Me and my team made of most of weed things
Just leaving the lab, bout to have
Bust a drink
Find some pink and hope it don't stink
I go out hardly but when I chill at a party
I just be glad to see everybody
Having a good time as we chill and reminisce
Get on the flo' and bust a move
Remember this? As I see the ladies ringing
While the DJ is spinning
Bout to pounce up on some pussy
Ain't finna pay a penny
Excuse me Miss, baby you looking good
I wish we could
Get to know each other and uh
(Hey, check it out man!
I'm tryin to get out there man, what's
The best way to do it, man?
I'm tryin to get out there)
You tryin to get out there, man I don't know
Man i know the door is up there to the right
(Aww man, you trippin)
That nigga bustin me and
Talkin bout the publishing
When that ain't the
Conversation we discussing
When we got a group of bitches
Over there in the mix
Lookin oh so fine with their hair fixed
I don't know right now how much
Will I charge for a verse
But, I do know that my dick
Is so hard that it hurts
Lookin at that bitch over there
Excuse me mayne let me spit my game
Hopefully she'll lick my thang
(Oh that nigga trippin
That nigga think he that
That nigga think he this
Hey nigga ain't bout shit
Man he ain't gon help a brother out in need
All that nigga wanna do is
Fuck hoes and smoke weed
Man you know I'm tryna come
Up and tryna do mines
And that nigga there he ain't got time)
We got sweets, got freaks
Got joints and shit's i won't talk about no
Mothafuckin points and split's
We talkin and we jokin bout to
Spark it finna smoke it
(Say man my CD's about ready, man what I do)
Market and promote it!
Man my dick I'm tryin to poke it
In the broad when I leave
It's kinda difficult to do it wit
You slobbin on my sleeve nigga please
Hit the weed and chill fo' a sec
What are the chances of you getting
The deal fo' I jet?
With all due respect I understand your hustle
But, I'm tryna get one-a deez hoez
To hug my love muscle
(Man, what's a love muscle?
What's a love muscle? Hey man)