Sean Price - Figure Four lyrics
[Sean Price - Figure Four lyrics]
Botswana, Small time little league playa'
Pop Warna' rock corners with hot blocks
Thats drug infested
Supply suppliers my money stay thug invested
No disrespect to Duck Down Records (Waddup)
After this go round a nigga
Lookin' for the exit, peace!
Sincerely Pyrex Pot Sean, cook it
Cut it and spit it on nahrightcom
The Vet earner of stripes ta sket burna'
Tears in my eyes when thinking of Hex Murda
(what up Hex)
I don't parlay with the crew nigga
I don't Wale and them new niggas
Hardcore rap and Mary J blige records
The god gone snap, I'm waving the 5 reckless
Sean Price the best rapper in Brownsville
Don't know me? By the time this
Song done you clowns will
(hurt sumpin, na' mean fuck outta here
Grown man rap i'll get my son to fuck one
Of ya'll young rappers up, word to mother)
Ah where was I, Oh, yes
Shawn Carter is nice but Sean
Price is the best
Sean gone, no Chandon, Sean is a don
I don't wear Sean John
Army suit blackberry brandy is long johns
Matching cheese tims, you separate weed stems
Weed carrier, bulletproof vest tester
Glock'll spray ya just'a left
To Rockaway and Chester
Too old to rap to young to whack, 10 fingers
2 hands my nigga the guns clap
I don't like niggas no more
8 figure dreams nigga but the figure is 4
These are words from a thousandaire
Selling crack in the P's disguised
In some housing gear
I fucked up somewhere down the line
But I got my shit in order the crown is mine
P!
Pop Warna' rock corners with hot blocks
Thats drug infested
Supply suppliers my money stay thug invested
No disrespect to Duck Down Records (Waddup)
After this go round a nigga
Lookin' for the exit, peace!
Sincerely Pyrex Pot Sean, cook it
Cut it and spit it on nahrightcom
The Vet earner of stripes ta sket burna'
Tears in my eyes when thinking of Hex Murda
(what up Hex)
I don't parlay with the crew nigga
I don't Wale and them new niggas
Hardcore rap and Mary J blige records
The god gone snap, I'm waving the 5 reckless
Sean Price the best rapper in Brownsville
Don't know me? By the time this
Song done you clowns will
(hurt sumpin, na' mean fuck outta here
Grown man rap i'll get my son to fuck one
Of ya'll young rappers up, word to mother)
Ah where was I, Oh, yes
Shawn Carter is nice but Sean
Price is the best
Sean gone, no Chandon, Sean is a don
I don't wear Sean John
Army suit blackberry brandy is long johns
Matching cheese tims, you separate weed stems
Weed carrier, bulletproof vest tester
Glock'll spray ya just'a left
To Rockaway and Chester
Too old to rap to young to whack, 10 fingers
2 hands my nigga the guns clap
I don't like niggas no more
8 figure dreams nigga but the figure is 4
These are words from a thousandaire
Selling crack in the P's disguised
In some housing gear
I fucked up somewhere down the line
But I got my shit in order the crown is mine
P!