Icewear Vezzo, Young Buck - Funky lyrics

I ain't got time for bitches and nonsense
Bout 19

You out like the
Hundred bands, me and Seno riding
Hit a nigga on the side, that's a sidekick
Cookie got a light ten, that's a rooky road
Booking agents that's booking shows
My Roli dance, that's a tootsy role
Thinking back, they ain't put me on
I want ten just to put me on
Any song, fuck any ho
That pussy tighter than cookie clothes
GG with them in 'em

Got a truck with a Tommy in it
Might fuck around, put a body in it
In the sweet like ten hoes
If they don't fuck, i'm in the lobby with it
Hit a nigga with that, that fuck shit
I don't tollerate it

Them, them hoes this bag, this shit
This shit, them hoes this ice, my chain
These rhyms, them hoes this bag, this shit
This shit, them hoes this ice

I can fuck that bitch anytime me time
I ain't tryna hear any lieing, any dime
Nigga give me mine get in line
See them niggas at the finish line
Want five bands just to spit a rhyme
Another five, you bullshit a rhyme
Sit them down, got my bands up
Now I'm seeing mama told me that I'm
I ain't living I'm just living wild
Pack a show for a little while
They know every song
You should hear the crowd
Let them hold a few mac bullit's
If he don't want it, then give it to him
Front door, how I send it to him
Send them bitches through the living room
Same plate, just a different spoon
Drank day, make them bitches boom
I'm eating good, like the kitchen full
Keep the hood like the

Them, them hoes this bag, this shit
This shit, them hoes this ice, my chain
These rhyms, them hoes this bag, this shit
This shit, them hoes this ice

It's so much money in this city
Ball right now bout to count these bands
I can't tell you who you are right now
I call my haters fans
Watch me make them niggas stars right now
And I got that blam blam
In the car right now plus the bitch with me
She get turnt up on that Dej Loaf
I gave her a key
Kicked her out when she was dead broke
I bee in the D
Posted up with niggas sell dope
You come play with me
Imma throw you from the twelth floor
Ain't nothing for free
Fuck you think I need these scales for
Shit real in these streets
Even the niggas in jail know
I'm smelling like a, Imma sell my drugs
I got what up cuz?

Them, them hoes this bag, this shit
This shit, them hoes this ice, my chain
These rhyms, them hoes this bag, this shit
This shit, them hoes this ice