Denni$ Rodman ft. Burks Bigga & David Raé Shawn Lyrics

Listen baby

You dealing with some

Southernplayalistic

Cadillac music

Listening to

Ass niggas

Southside

See two text

Out the jersey like Dennis Rodman

Look anything Carmen

Electra slide in

Good liquor and dick

All what I'm providing

Get on that bullshit

No Scottie

I glide Clyde then

Told her

Don't get comfortable

Been playin that future

Parisian bitch put

Percocet In her asshole

Houston one standby

Love pappadeux

Black and white

With freckles

I call her dominos

Been a playa

Since Jim castle

bald fades

Holla at Josh ste

Get my taper from blades

Outside

Constantly chill at arcades

High scores 54

Kyrie Barclays

Been focused

Even my closest patnas

Noticed

Before the tape Drop

Ima snatch the backdrop

To show you rappers and artist

How you unload and just spark shit

To think I was contemplating quittin

Till I heard niggas killin

Back to Scott Pippen

Drive to be the best

Can't be Goku when you Krillin

Off days work harder

fuck how you feelin

Lot of shit be clickbait

Wont argue if ya tits fake

Weight on my shoulders

Lift it off

As I write raps

If I dont fuck with you

Get the pound

We don't do daps

Ion do the in between

Pick a side

Your choosing of staying

Where you lay

Ion got no imagine to portray

Already been betrayed

So me and money got engaged

Serve you up some wedding cake

Wherever that guala

I convey

In the safest way

Looking like

An affiliate

Still deal with affliction

I almost was Joe Dirt

Politicking with chauffeurs

Sellin' hoes dreams it never fails

As long as they still

Send me pictures

Of colors

To choose favorite or they nails

GOA nigga

Tell Los to roll one

For my chronic depression

Tell burks to bring some blacks I give that uncle impression

I know GoldChain, got the G L O tucked

Couple bad bitches, chief Keef they G L O'd up

Don't tell me that you smoke

Then green out and throw up

That's why I keep some hoes

Who ain't never afraid to roll up

Roll up like Big Boi in atl

BLAOW, grown man bidness

Don't cry over milk spilling

And don't spare that bitch feelings

Raeshawn Dolemite

Pimping like it's 85, pimping like it's 89

Pootie tang tippy tie

Wait a second is it time

He hopped out in all black

We gon turn it tye-dye

Steve Harvey, shoot you in ya chest I'll wet ya

Asked if bro a shooter, respond like a white guy boy you betcha