Willie the Kid, Royce da 5'9" - The Watch lyrics
[Willie the Kid, Royce da 5'9" - The Watch lyrics]
Stay on that cold shit
Watch who you roll with
Keep your mind on your figures
And your fingers on the trigger
I rock the 'D' had like Doughboy did
I'm splittin bitches splendid
I'm spendin dollars at the Spinnaker
Apple cider vinegar you can't convince me
The scent indicated indica king senses
Silk scarf came from India
I'd rather fuck a Joslene than Irene India
I'm superficial sue me
Play the Ocean like George Clooney casino
Clams Casino i see C-Notes
Vanilla notes in my Chardonay my naysayers
They saying never while they favorite
Rappers do the Ne Ne
My neighborhood The Wire
Cause every name it ain't no WeeBay
And every bitch and no Bae niether
They knew my name
My name this nigga ringing at Nordstroms
I'm pullin foursomes
Three whores at Four Seasons
Pour some Riesling put your arm in a sling
My nigga sling dope fuck per diem
You see em japanese denim
I never lived it
I'm a live it beloved believe it
I need Bulimis in Belize cheese Blitz
Bulletproof Beamers
Bullet shells fingerprintless
One blink and it's complete blackness
Apprentice the crown prince TCP
It's penicillin
Bitches peal they clothes off you fallin off
I am the end-all be-all of all beins
I am the fire the easy rider that's ridin the
Spirit the eye thats on top of the pyramid
All seein
G-O-D takes the day off and calls me in uh
I'm the race winner the straigt sprinter
The drum
Flip you in reverse like Rae Sremmurd
I'm sunk in the seat in the
Benz thinking about todays dinner
Do todays dinner friend then I'm taking
Em out for somethin to eat
Reapin the benefit's I been official Master
P of this syndicate shit
My penmanship pen and pixel
Nickle Ryan is signed M-Seal 10 fold
Grew up with a sweet tooth
For Kim Field's French rolls
The Facts of Life is this toolie
Just wants your folks dead
Word to Tootie we turn students to coke heads
Your girl's studious maximus glutious
I sieze her and take her back to Julius
Word to Max Julien
The briefcase handcuffed to my left arm
You like a joke recycled dope
When you was younger
You was up under the microscope
Now you stepped on
Like if I kicked my girl out
Ever car in my name for that reason
I groom her well i teach her every time of
Year is Neiman Saks season
She act up I leave her on
The clearance rack at Bloomingdales
Now she's in the market to hang
With marks who ain't doin well
And before I'm fake I'd rather get no cake
I been this way
Since me in La was in the Lexus
In the front of the Ebony Showcase
You know where I come from
I stay on that cold shit
The OGs told me watch who you roll with
Watch them niggas watch them bitches
Keep your mind on the figures
And your fingers on the trigger
Niggas know where I come from
I stay on that cold shit
The OGs told me watch who you roll with
Watch them niggas watch them bitches
Keep your mind on the figures
And your fingers on the trigger
Keep your mind on the figures
And your fingers on the trigger
Watch who you roll with
Keep your mind on your figures
And your fingers on the trigger
I rock the 'D' had like Doughboy did
I'm splittin bitches splendid
I'm spendin dollars at the Spinnaker
Apple cider vinegar you can't convince me
The scent indicated indica king senses
Silk scarf came from India
I'd rather fuck a Joslene than Irene India
I'm superficial sue me
Play the Ocean like George Clooney casino
Clams Casino i see C-Notes
Vanilla notes in my Chardonay my naysayers
They saying never while they favorite
Rappers do the Ne Ne
My neighborhood The Wire
Cause every name it ain't no WeeBay
And every bitch and no Bae niether
They knew my name
My name this nigga ringing at Nordstroms
I'm pullin foursomes
Three whores at Four Seasons
Pour some Riesling put your arm in a sling
My nigga sling dope fuck per diem
You see em japanese denim
I never lived it
I'm a live it beloved believe it
I need Bulimis in Belize cheese Blitz
Bulletproof Beamers
Bullet shells fingerprintless
One blink and it's complete blackness
Apprentice the crown prince TCP
It's penicillin
Bitches peal they clothes off you fallin off
I am the end-all be-all of all beins
I am the fire the easy rider that's ridin the
Spirit the eye thats on top of the pyramid
All seein
G-O-D takes the day off and calls me in uh
I'm the race winner the straigt sprinter
The drum
Flip you in reverse like Rae Sremmurd
I'm sunk in the seat in the
Benz thinking about todays dinner
Do todays dinner friend then I'm taking
Em out for somethin to eat
Reapin the benefit's I been official Master
P of this syndicate shit
My penmanship pen and pixel
Nickle Ryan is signed M-Seal 10 fold
Grew up with a sweet tooth
For Kim Field's French rolls
The Facts of Life is this toolie
Just wants your folks dead
Word to Tootie we turn students to coke heads
Your girl's studious maximus glutious
I sieze her and take her back to Julius
Word to Max Julien
The briefcase handcuffed to my left arm
You like a joke recycled dope
When you was younger
You was up under the microscope
Now you stepped on
Like if I kicked my girl out
Ever car in my name for that reason
I groom her well i teach her every time of
Year is Neiman Saks season
She act up I leave her on
The clearance rack at Bloomingdales
Now she's in the market to hang
With marks who ain't doin well
And before I'm fake I'd rather get no cake
I been this way
Since me in La was in the Lexus
In the front of the Ebony Showcase
You know where I come from
I stay on that cold shit
The OGs told me watch who you roll with
Watch them niggas watch them bitches
Keep your mind on the figures
And your fingers on the trigger
Niggas know where I come from
I stay on that cold shit
The OGs told me watch who you roll with
Watch them niggas watch them bitches
Keep your mind on the figures
And your fingers on the trigger
Keep your mind on the figures
And your fingers on the trigger