Jay Worthy, Larry June - On Sight lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Jay Worthy, Larry June - On Sight lyrics]
A bitch is not supposed to
Be looking at a pimp
When a pimp ride by they're supposed to
Be looking at the mothafuckin' curb
And when she look up at a pimp
She can't be broke for reckless eyeballing
When I say reckless eyeballing
That means that
She's making eye contact with the pimp
Stop texting my phone with that dumbass shit
They pull me over on my name
And they gone grab my shit
Song full of heels, bitches bags and shit
Read the convo
She talkin' how she bagged the trick
Now I'm back in the station
And they're sweating the kid
Talkin' bout we know your music and
We heard to a pimp
Well that's he say she say I'm just a word
And it if ain't no berg then what's the word
Know I'm so Westside like that's the terp
Catch me nodding in the studio
That's the purp polo sport head to toe from
My sweats to shirt
Hear feelers for a place slide through
Hit bash in the east head out to jersey
Yeah it's gang where I bang
Nigga thought you heard
Fuck around and get to us and I hold a word
Keep a tootie with my flutie
When we posted on third
Riding around to that classic shit
Nigga put this in your tapedeck that's a hit
We be payin' on a late night, that's a trick
I be bringing bitches on site, that's a pimp
Like that's a pimp, betta ask the pimp
He be fuckin' on his hoes like that's a sin
Riding around to that classic shit
Nigga put this in your tapedeck that's a hit
She came with nothing, she left with nothing
We could have been winning
But the bitch was frontin'
I see your new P got you pregnant and shit
He fell in love with her
He went and married the bitch
That's what happen when a hoe
Give a square nigga bread
I done checked 50 stacks never even got head
The West coast flow so we headed to the East
20 thousand dollars out of Philly in a week
Put the bitch in a jag
And a Saint Laurent Purse
Have her looking like some money when
She walk in the cliffs
I don't take out no cars
I just take our the dinner
Got the bitch a little credit
Card just for using Lyft
I don't wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your pimp
We can slide out to Napa, take a few sips
We ain't gotta go to Vegas just to make chips
But, I got a spot in Vegas if you wanna chill
Take her on a vacation and spend a lil this
I see the bitch chose up on a real one
So I checked with em had
To show the nigga paper
Yeah the bitch in good hands
Now it's back to the paper
Riding around to that classic shit
Nigga put this in your tapedeck that's a hit
We be payin' on a late night, that's a trick
I be bringing bitches on site, that's a pimp
Like that's a pimp, betta ask the pimp
He be fuckin' on his hoes like that's a sin
Riding around to that classic shit
Nigga put this in your tapedeck that's a hit
Be looking at a pimp
When a pimp ride by they're supposed to
Be looking at the mothafuckin' curb
And when she look up at a pimp
She can't be broke for reckless eyeballing
When I say reckless eyeballing
That means that
She's making eye contact with the pimp
Stop texting my phone with that dumbass shit
They pull me over on my name
And they gone grab my shit
Song full of heels, bitches bags and shit
Read the convo
She talkin' how she bagged the trick
Now I'm back in the station
And they're sweating the kid
Talkin' bout we know your music and
We heard to a pimp
Well that's he say she say I'm just a word
And it if ain't no berg then what's the word
Know I'm so Westside like that's the terp
Catch me nodding in the studio
That's the purp polo sport head to toe from
My sweats to shirt
Hear feelers for a place slide through
Hit bash in the east head out to jersey
Yeah it's gang where I bang
Nigga thought you heard
Fuck around and get to us and I hold a word
Keep a tootie with my flutie
When we posted on third
Riding around to that classic shit
Nigga put this in your tapedeck that's a hit
We be payin' on a late night, that's a trick
I be bringing bitches on site, that's a pimp
Like that's a pimp, betta ask the pimp
He be fuckin' on his hoes like that's a sin
Riding around to that classic shit
Nigga put this in your tapedeck that's a hit
She came with nothing, she left with nothing
We could have been winning
But the bitch was frontin'
I see your new P got you pregnant and shit
He fell in love with her
He went and married the bitch
That's what happen when a hoe
Give a square nigga bread
I done checked 50 stacks never even got head
The West coast flow so we headed to the East
20 thousand dollars out of Philly in a week
Put the bitch in a jag
And a Saint Laurent Purse
Have her looking like some money when
She walk in the cliffs
I don't take out no cars
I just take our the dinner
Got the bitch a little credit
Card just for using Lyft
I don't wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your pimp
We can slide out to Napa, take a few sips
We ain't gotta go to Vegas just to make chips
But, I got a spot in Vegas if you wanna chill
Take her on a vacation and spend a lil this
I see the bitch chose up on a real one
So I checked with em had
To show the nigga paper
Yeah the bitch in good hands
Now it's back to the paper
Riding around to that classic shit
Nigga put this in your tapedeck that's a hit
We be payin' on a late night, that's a trick
I be bringing bitches on site, that's a pimp
Like that's a pimp, betta ask the pimp
He be fuckin' on his hoes like that's a sin
Riding around to that classic shit
Nigga put this in your tapedeck that's a hit