Peewee Longway - Coulda Been lyrics

(And Kino, he, he magical on this shit)

You wanna fuck me right now, bitch? I'ma fuck your buddy
It could've been an AP, it could've been a Birk' bag, bitch, I'ma pipe your buddy (Burr, burr, it could've been us)
It could've been a big B, it could've been a six-three, crank up, pair, I'm buttoned (Crank up)
Could've been us, for real, with a house on the hill, now I'm fuckin' your cousin (Come here)
I brought the money machine out for hundred bag juugs, can't tellin' me nothin' (Yeah)
You can tell the dope boys, I'm the grow god, they can't sell me nothin' (Can't sell me nothin')
I hit your bitch, dawg, with my homeboys, you can't tell me nothin'
Come get your bitch, dawg, I'm the landlord, you don't owe me nothin', yeah

Mr. Blue Benjamin, I put a switch on a fifty
Still got Wock' on my kidney
I went to Wafi, two hundred bands on a pendent
Longway still independent
If I had these bands, that when we ridin' with these spinners
Fifty ball at the dinner
And the lil' bitch, she bad, the BBL matchin' her titty
I jump in the pussy and greet her
The lil' bitch acidic, I ride on that dick like I'm Diddy
She ask for a Birkin, I sent her a fifty
Wockhardt dick, fuck up her kidney
I get it in mail and get it legitly
Gave her the curve and now she addicted (Cap)
She showed her a brick, she ask, can she sniff it
The Cuban link blue, but the president Rollie
She eatin' the dick like her last name Lewinsky
Longway, bitch, I been the trenches
Bitch take a sit on it, I'm twenty four inches (Trap, trap)
We spin back to back on the back
Got 'em raisin' them money, they signin' petitions (We got it)
She asked for a BBL, I'm a trap nigga, spent a brick on her titties (On a BBL)
I'm a real trap nigga, when I beat it up, pull out, I nut on her titties (Uh)
Longway, bitch

You wanna fuck me right now, bitch? I'ma fuck your buddy
It could've been an AP, it could've been a Birk' bag, bitch, I'ma pipe your buddy (It could've been us)
It could've been a big B, it could've been a six-three, crank up, pair, I'm buttoned (Crank up)
Could've been us, for real, with a house on the hill, now I'm fuckin' your cousin (Come here)
I brought the money machine out for hundred bag juugs, can't tellin' me nothin' (Yeah)
You can tell the dope boys, I'm the grow god, they can't sell me nothin'
I hit your bitch, dawg, with my homeboys, you can't tell me nothin'
Come get your bitch, dawg, I'm the landlord, you don't owe me nothin'

Turn me up, Kino