Virgin Mary ft. Sleazy Montana Lyrics

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Look baby, this the playa way

Type of nigga mix the Tito's with the Gatorade

Retro Niks, the same pair I had in first grade

You see them niggas curing hoes, I call them first aid

Man, that shit crazed

Last night, slid through the city, bumping Isaac Hayes

Nothing happened overnight, put that time in

I kinda liked the broad, I took her for some dine-in

Got on my Virgin Mary piece with the diamonds

She had to compliment a nigga, I see you shining

My old homies hit my line like keep grinding

Like I ever stop, I gotta get this guap

Time is money, but I never ever set my watch

She found out that Snow ain't nothing less than top notch

How I keep it so cool, I get it from my pops

In the Stussy T, with the White Sox's

Y'all think y'all paid

We running up these numbers that y'all ain't gon' save

More cake, I crave

We running up these hundreds, y'all just think y'all brave

Top down on Kawasaki

Nigga out here going hard this backwood

Think it's finna stop me

No, I can't love you, babe

But nigga out here chasing M's

My life be like a movie

Nigga out here making films

Like fuck the bullshit, I'm living what I'm saying to them

dressed in designer, remember, remember rocking H&M

Be patient to prosper, you feel it, don't relate to them

Killing them softly, my G, you gain respect to beat them

The baddest hoes be fucking me, won't give they ass the DM

I Stevie Wonder on they ass like I didn't even see them

My haters craving like the BM, be the lost that greet them

Flight early in the morning, I land by the PM

Post it, I don't see them

Smooth like George Gervin with the finger roll

Ain't dealing with the traffic, so I took the toll

Made by OGs, I got a old soul

And the team looking good, we in the Super Bowl

I'm not your nigga, no

We can kick it when you free, just hit my line, though

Got the Caddy parked outside, yeah, that's my ho

And the R. Kelly playing while we grind slow

I got cake to make

Look my niece in her eyes, you forever straight

Bought a $60 bottle, drink it on the lake

Smoking on that Wu-Tang until I'm Ghostface

Mimosas on the menu, tell them bring us some

I'm with the baddie right now, getting my feet done

White folks throwing frisbees while I take a run

An underground king, I feel like Pimp & Bun

Y'all think y'all paid

We running up these numbers that y'all ain't gon' save

More cake, I crave

We running up these hundreds, y'all just think y'all brave

As of lately, I've been dancing with the devil

But I stand ten toes, cause bitch, you fucking with a rebel

He is I, and I am him, he just a little fellow

Two stone, a trailblaze, you can call it Carmelo

I wrote me up a nigga that la-la'd and then watched Chappelle show

Modern day Molly, but I'm smoking it by the Beldo

Heard you needed boats, yeah, nigga, you know we sell those

Venture spreads outside, posters up in these shell toes