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[Verse 1: Ethereal]
Hit the lights baby
Take a seat, what's the rush
Girl I know u wanna' chill, let's just touch
Fuck a party they shit sorry let's get drunk and make a fuss
Make yo' body rock, these niggas party stop when I pull up
'OMG look at her butt', I'm wit' Father in the cut
These hoes act like they the shit, wait till young niggas grow up
My flow hotter than a bitch, got the club goin' up
All my money from the dirt, I could dirty up ya' shirt
Boy my wrist wrist wrist do so much work, that shit hurt
I'm finessin' like I'm Ness, PKfire up the purp
How the fuck they sleep on us?, I don't know that shit sus'
Now I know that they know how it go, that's what's up
I'm just sayin' we the shit, it's So Awful, we the clique
Now I'm on a higher level takin' risks to get rich
Off color RS6, rollin' spliffs wit' my bitch
Got it parked in the cut plottin' licks to get bricks
[Hook: Ethereal]
All my niggas got felony
Wrist Bill Bellamy
Fuck what they tellin' me
Fuck what they tellin' me
Fuck what they tellin' me
All my bitches go readily
Make money steadily
Fuck is you tellin' me?
Fuck is you tellin' me?
What the fuck is you tellin' me?
[Verse 2: Father]
Keep a down ass bitch hit bong rips witcha'
Don't get along wit' niggas
Bitch whoop my bitch, she woulda' found that bitch
Prolly' drown that bitch instead of tellin' like a bitch
Missy Misdemeanor Lil' Felony
Wrist Bill Bellamy, boy you up next one they tellin' me
Keep a forest, a lil' Zack Morris gettin' fuzzy can't see
Buzzin' Spain to Camp Creek, nigga you a fan you is not family
I'ma be the man handicap or tag team
I just cut my hands off you can't dap me
[Hook: Ethereal]
All my niggas got felony
Wrist Bill Bellamy
Fuck what they tellin' me
Fuck what they tellin' me
Fuck what they tellin' me
All my bitches go readily
Make money steadily
Fuck is you tellin' me?
Fuck is you tellin' me?
What the fuck is you tellin' me?
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from
Cactus Jack,
released September 11, 2014
Written by Ethereal and Father. Produced by Ethereal.
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