Prince Pleiades - Oakland 2 Inglewood (Freestyle) lyrics
[Prince Pleiades - Oakland 2 Inglewood Freestyle lyrics]
When I pull up wit them
Beans bitch have my cream
We might pull up on a
Brinks and take some things
I got my shooter rockin wit
Me he off that drink i can’t kick it wit no
Niggas that’s off that heem
I’m fuckin wit this one
Nigga look like Hakeem
I make em buy me bitcoin then flip some Ps
I got another sugar daddy from 8: 16
Cop me Yves saint lauraunt
But reps the chiefs
Her nigga just got out but he up in my bed
I take advantage of em cuz he
Fucked up in tha head
He play too much I said that
Nigga be havin me dead
Said I ain’t even fuck em but
He be slidin me bread
Lay pipe down on a nigga
You heard what I said
That chitter chatter on a platter
Wassup with tha feds?
Ain’t even straight but these bitches
They offer me head king nigga call me Prince
Said off with they head
This one little nigga like to bus nuts
He fucked me face down threw his fours up
I gave dat nigga bussy told me don’t run
Said bitch I ain’t no bitch
And gave em all guts
O-o-o oh i’mma gremlin they trembling I got
Em in they boots
I rock wit D boys said my niggas trynna shoot
He like that car play I gave
Em neck up in that coupe
Now he on my line talkin bout
He finna get a room
His bitch run her mouth cuz she ain’t happy
I mean that bitch run her mouth
Cuz she can’t track em he be with me all the
Time why he ain’t answer
I’m bout to strip em for his
Money like a break dancer
I whip a pussy ho like her name prancer
I do t fuck wit Newport’s cuz I hate cancer
Imma fire sign nigga I can’t date Cancers
Military armory I’m tha Main lancer
Bad lil bitch check the receipts
I’m fuckin on this nigga from the deep east
I told him he don’t know me if he see me
He never tell me No cuz I’m a real P
Please don’t call me up I don’t do FaceTime
I see some hater niggas trynna take mine
Keep that tommy hilly on my waistline
I got tha typa bars make u face time nigga
You see, I’m just being me
You niggas is to busy trynna
Be each other nigga you feel me? Like?
Why niggas always got a fuckin
Mug on they face?
Why niggas always wearing the same shit?
Why niggas always talking to the same bitch?
Why niggas always doin this? Huh?
Heard you lost yo bitch? I ain't mad at her
I just got some top and she gagged after
Yiiionsimpinmeajujagggatter
Lookin like that bitch im the mad hatter uh
I could say some dumb shit on the track and
Sound way smarter than all
You niggas combined, nigga
But um, shoutout to Inglewood where
The city’s good nigga, yeah
We finna, uh, we finna take over the globe
Oakland to Inglewood and then we um
We gone hit up Mexico you feel me? P!
Beans bitch have my cream
We might pull up on a
Brinks and take some things
I got my shooter rockin wit
Me he off that drink i can’t kick it wit no
Niggas that’s off that heem
I’m fuckin wit this one
Nigga look like Hakeem
I make em buy me bitcoin then flip some Ps
I got another sugar daddy from 8: 16
Cop me Yves saint lauraunt
But reps the chiefs
Her nigga just got out but he up in my bed
I take advantage of em cuz he
Fucked up in tha head
He play too much I said that
Nigga be havin me dead
Said I ain’t even fuck em but
He be slidin me bread
Lay pipe down on a nigga
You heard what I said
That chitter chatter on a platter
Wassup with tha feds?
Ain’t even straight but these bitches
They offer me head king nigga call me Prince
Said off with they head
This one little nigga like to bus nuts
He fucked me face down threw his fours up
I gave dat nigga bussy told me don’t run
Said bitch I ain’t no bitch
And gave em all guts
O-o-o oh i’mma gremlin they trembling I got
Em in they boots
I rock wit D boys said my niggas trynna shoot
He like that car play I gave
Em neck up in that coupe
Now he on my line talkin bout
He finna get a room
His bitch run her mouth cuz she ain’t happy
I mean that bitch run her mouth
Cuz she can’t track em he be with me all the
Time why he ain’t answer
I’m bout to strip em for his
Money like a break dancer
I whip a pussy ho like her name prancer
I do t fuck wit Newport’s cuz I hate cancer
Imma fire sign nigga I can’t date Cancers
Military armory I’m tha Main lancer
Bad lil bitch check the receipts
I’m fuckin on this nigga from the deep east
I told him he don’t know me if he see me
He never tell me No cuz I’m a real P
Please don’t call me up I don’t do FaceTime
I see some hater niggas trynna take mine
Keep that tommy hilly on my waistline
I got tha typa bars make u face time nigga
You see, I’m just being me
You niggas is to busy trynna
Be each other nigga you feel me? Like?
Why niggas always got a fuckin
Mug on they face?
Why niggas always wearing the same shit?
Why niggas always talking to the same bitch?
Why niggas always doin this? Huh?
Heard you lost yo bitch? I ain't mad at her
I just got some top and she gagged after
Yiiionsimpinmeajujagggatter
Lookin like that bitch im the mad hatter uh
I could say some dumb shit on the track and
Sound way smarter than all
You niggas combined, nigga
But um, shoutout to Inglewood where
The city’s good nigga, yeah
We finna, uh, we finna take over the globe
Oakland to Inglewood and then we um
We gone hit up Mexico you feel me? P!