Dolla - Got Em lyrics

Pussy on my lips smell of kush on my clothe
Eyes of a eagle, you people stuck to the road
I can, lackture philosophers
Achive impossible
IQ of a genius a motherfuckin phenomenal
Obstacles too damn easy, See how I tackle em?
Slave on my notebook yeah see
How I shackle em? Name in a rap and that
Rapper i will gravle em face to the ceilin
She gone swallow up my semen
If that bitch decides to burp
She gone burp a fuckin demon
I Be plottin I be schemin
Chasing every single dollar
But, I Keep them fiends off me
I got a flee collar see
Now we rather, die before we get uncertified
I'd rather electify
Before I think to testify
Word to my mama and my unborn seed
It's me and my nigga Dubb
Blowing on that cali weed
But my A Town shit, don't forget bout that
Shoot him in the head if he follow that
Heard em niggas tryna plan how we follow that
Me and my nigga Streets yeah we all that
Chevy all blue, 4-5 black
Twist Dolla winner, hop out winner
Have my last kid, mama don't want em
He still breathin? pop that gun
Smoke a blunt, take a shit, take a shower
Fuck a bitch
Relode my clips I be back in the morninggoNE!

Hey look if Ya'll don't want war
I don't see what the front for
With the gun knocked on
Nigga slay the front door
White paint, when my fuckin crew pass
Red bone
It's thicker than some bullet proof glass
Look, I'm in the hood
But I'm climbing up the ladder
Shit, it's spladder
Imma shoot him like Bobbie Lee swagger
Dubb and Dolla Leaders follow us
Follow when I move
Follow me and the mothafuckin
Style be the ruthless
Uncodicional Flow, Dubb is the coolest
On a mission to blow and
Tear up the movement, uh
She suckin til my dick sore
Suckin the tip off and go for the ball
Like it's the center of the tip off
Shootin like a rocket whenever I
Let that clip off now you in the air
You can call that lift off
I'm pist off on rappers
And the pistols clap ya