D Book Lyrics

I can't have no ugly bitch, I'm with them for they looks

Hit a bitch and lay it down, I feel just like D-Book

He put a switch, on his glizzy, gotta watch out for the hook

I'm talking crazy with my niggas, me and Dame Tupac and suge

If you need me, then you got me, but just not more than my bottle

All them youngins talking out of line, my whole gang might sign you

See some niggas slowing down, I tap they shoulder, I'm behind you

I've been rushing for a sack, you see my stance just like a lineman

Everyday I stack a dollar, I run to another problem

I've been breaking bitches' hearts, I got her crying to her mama

The whole clip of bald heads, when it hit him, make him holla

And I ain't even got no deal, but it's paper I be signing

I just put a couple dollars on that bitch and make her dance

I put a hoe up in her feelings, I been said it ain't no chance

She gon' blow a nigga down, I saved her number under Lance

It's bout a rackie for my shoes, another thousand for these pants

My young nigga out the way, he praying up, he getting money

Heard she faking bout a baby, but a son won't make me love you

If you on the court and you made the wrong play, then I might sub you

Yeah that pussy good, really I should leave, but I might hug you

I can't do a bitch, that be on my line and wasting time

I'm a made man, no Cornelius, but I'm a don

Ain't too many niggas like me in this world, I heard we dyin

She say dark her favorite liquor, but my baby fine as wine

If I love you in my heart, then I'm a hunnid, ain't no lying

I think I'm tripping, yeah the one I'm with gon' make me kill the pride

She always hear what they be saying, but can't see with her own eyes

I'm trying to hit her, then I leave her, but she talking bout some ties

Yeah, I probably broke her heart (I know I did)

It ain't no point in telling me what that bitch said

You spent your last on that Virgil, you's a fly as coke head

We made your budget in that field, we gon' ball on both ends

Them niggas know about what time it is

Don't be no goofy when you send that deal

High as hell, getting my hair twisted while I'm watching reels

I'm her drug addiction, if I leave, I bet she catching chills

I can't pick her up, I make her walk if she ain't got no wheels

Bitch, I'm high as hell, I don't know where I'm at, but it's the hills

Somewhere with a model, finna fill her walls up with some kid

Zotics in my Mason, you can smell like it ain't got no lid

I ain't spending pape on you, I barely got some time to spend