95 South King Lyrics

Let's go. Effortless

Foreign money, Gotti, and shit

What'd I say

I said, headshots leave you dizzy, now you in a tizzy

My niggas bout to lay on you, we ain't lazy, boy, we bout to get busy

Said, foreign money, Gotti, I run the city even when I'm not in the city

I'ma tell you one more time, boy, you ain't fuckin' with me

Said, Yoshi, rock the chop, I just threw the switch on the fuckin' glizzy

Now I sound like a Hemi, boy, you would hate to be my enemy

You came from the fuckin' war

Your bitches still wearin' Michael Kors

My hoes got Dior, fuckin' galore

Make em feel good by gettin' drunk

Slap em on the head, tell em, grab some more

I ain't gon' lie, nigga, all pretty bitches snore

Deena ass was too big to fuckin' ignore

Took her on the top floor just to fuck her on the floor

That was cool what we made last night, we gon' count up, but baby, I still think we could do more

To pedal to the floor

All my bitches love me, said, ink on my body

Said, what you think I'm bout to say

What she do for big docs, she still won't tell nobody

So after I get a dress properly, then I get sucked off sloppily

I ain't bout to be on stage while a bunch of ugly motherfuckers mockin' me

That's just a little bit of comedy for the eulogy

I rap so hard, these labels really don't know what to fuckin' do with me

And that's cool with me

Besides, you ain't foolin' me on that fake-ass jewelry

Boy, you an easy lick, we'll turn you into a fool

You better just keep it fuckin' cool with me

Said, Harry, really, my fuckin' sister's old, but I didn't get deadly

I'm talkin' bout you probably get beheaded

The king of 95 South, you know exactly where I'm headed

Cross the family, I promise you'll regret it

Said, chicken with the fettuccine

She said she wanna get me off every time that she fuckin' see me

I ain't got time for games, baby, so I put this track on fuckin' repeat

I got a thick, nerdy bitch named Phoebe

She be fiendin' for the dick

And, baby, we don't do no fuckin' 50-50s

I carry the whole tab, but a bitch gon' listen

I'm serious

I kick a whole wild after she finish washin' my fuckin' dishes in my kitchen

Said, we dogs, so you know exactly what we do to bitches

I be up as fuck right now, but lean to help me blow through these riches

But we ain't goin' nowhere, still blowin' money in the air like we on motherfuckin' cash

I got two bad bitches, but I don't even share, you feel me

I be laid up, tryin' to get paid, chillin' in the shade

I do this all day

All I do is drink motherfuckin' tequila and lemonade

My bitches too bad, they don't know how to behave

This life for the occasion, baby

Expand your consciousness, you feel me

It's real pimppin' in this bitch

Please don't make me slick my hair back and put on your mama's favorite cologne, baby

Let's go

Let's go

Let's go

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Let's go