King Von, Esparo - Politics lyrics

[King Von, Esparo - Politics lyrics]

Yeah, yeah, oh
Y'all get money, y'all get bitches, huh?
Y'all them niggas who get rowdy
Run the city with them blicks, huh?
Oh, y'all get packs, y'all get pieces, huh?
Caught a fed case, it ain't no bet
I know they niggas snitchin', huh?
Bad bitch, you independent, huh?
But you want me to buy you a new booty
New titties and a Fendi, huh?
Oh, I'm just checkin', I ain't trippin'
Huh?
He wants some smoke but we ain't trippin'
Huh?

I been catchin' a whole lotta
Niggas frontin' in my hood
Had to get it on my own
Ain't no frontin' in my hood
Bitch, you pussy, I'm gon' stand by that
Come get up in my 'Wood, my boys in the hood


We stay iced out, our Cubans good
They be like, "Esparo, I see you on now"
Niggas sleep when I was broke but
Niggas got my songs now
So, you Durkio up in them trenches
You got a pawn now
Nigga, I'm gang, gang, gang
And I'm gripped up, get you gone now
Come fuck around look, I never was the type
But let's just finish this shit
Fu gon' get the 'K
He gon' start kickin' and shit
I'm just in the meetin'
Talkin' business and shit
And you just in your
Pockets and your feelings, lil' bitch

Yeah, yeah, oh
Y'all get money, y'all get bitches, huh?
Y'all them niggas who get rowdy
Run the city with them blicks, huh?
Oh, y'all get packs, y'all get pieces, huh?
Caught a fed case, it ain't no bet
I know they niggas snitchin', huh?
Bad bitch, you independent, huh?
But you want me to buy you a new booty
New titties and a Fendi, huh?
Oh, I'm just checkin', I ain't trippin'
Huh?
He wants some smoke but we ain't trippin'
Huh? (Von)

King Von, I'm the hottest in the city
I just went and bought a chain
Might just go and buy a Bentley
I got Glocks, I got choppas, I got semis
I done smoked so many niggas that
Them niggas still with me
I got hoes in every city
Shows the only time I visit
Hoes never come up missin'
I'm to scared to leave a witness
I got Youngin in the kitchen
Shorty fuckin' up the dishes
Shoes, shirt, hat, Givenchy, jacket
Socks, pants, Amiri, nigga
Huh? Jacket, socks, pants, Amiri, nigga
I hit yo' block like two, three
Times and leave you teary, nigga
I put them bands up on
Yo' head like Jason Terry, nigga
This shit gets scary, nigga

I just cashed out on a new whip
And my opps finna back out
On this fuck nigga in his spot
Where the cash at?
Know my young niggas got the drop
Do the dash, dash, do a fuckin' 90$ block
So if it ain't about that shit, my nigga
Just don't go talk about it
When a nigga get to talkin'
We just heard it got a drop
Bitch, I know, I came from nothin'
Fuck you talkin' now I got it
Ain't it ironic that he talkin'
That he slippin and we slidin'

Yeah, yeah, oh
Y'all get money, y'all get bitches, huh?
Y'all them niggas who get rowdy
Run the city with them blicks, huh?
Oh, y'all get packs, y'all get pieces, huh?
Caught a fed case, it ain't no bet
I know they niggas snitchin', huh?
Bad bitch, you independent, huh?
But you want me to buy you a new booty
New titties and a Fendi, huh?
Oh, I'm just checkin', I ain't trippin'
Huh?
He wants some smoke but we ain't trippin'
Huh?

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