Smoke DZA, Royce da 5'9" - Motown Playas Ball Pt. 2 lyrics

All my bitches is light skinned
Big dog lift up skirts like a light one
Cold game, baby this Iceland
I'm loving all the honeys, indightmant
I'm forever picking the right friends
Your homegirl miserable, a weirdo
Everytime we smoke, she get spiritual
Told her "cool out", she undressed, litteral
Critical, shit is getting physical
In the groove, she was on her knees way
Before it got political
Take a week off, baby
Let's hit Paris for lunch
Depending on how you play it
You might just get a monCame from
A lil runt to eating Calamari
Love to party with Khaled
Quavo and Lil Yachty
My teath hard like Mozarottis
Cool but the haters on a high rade
I be like "whatever" on a high day

I said I live by a number of laws
Just 1 of me = like a hundred of y'all
Everything I used to be involved with
Guns was involved used to be maried to the
Stnow I'm running the north
You niggas must be out
Your motherfucking mind, the way you talk
I'm a Detroit player
I'm talking like Big Sean
Feds got you niggas snitchin
I'm talkin like Nick Barns
Dead nigga walkin
I'm talkin like Rick Grimes
Payed so many doos
It's like I oh myself hood fair
I'm good in any hood, and if I ain't
I go to that hood and make myself good there