Sir Michael Rocks
Sir Michael Rocks - Wassup songtekst
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[Hook: x2] Wassup? What's crackin? What's happenin? What's good? Them hoes, be jockin, attackin my wood Wassup? What's crackin? What's happenin? What's good? You see me? I'm stacking. I wish a nigga would... If I don't do nothing else then I'm a make sure all my niggas straight Mills on top of mills is dollar bills on top of dinner plates Iceberg Historian, a Polo Sport extraordinaire My bitches, man I spoil em, a thousand dollars for her hair She got that wet and wavy, I fuck her all crazy Eye never lazy, Tracy McGrady This that Lambo truck, camo shorts, Cory got the bangers So hang up if you think you finna call me out my name bruh "Hello? " Don't dial the wrong number, my nigga K be under We H-1 Hummer, we take the K up under You see that? So disrespect and get a check from the 11th letter Presidential Rollie, Ferregamo sweater If that's your girl, you better get her Never let her out of your sight She looking curious, the king luxurious She wonder what the jewelry is, her nigga furious A quarter mil just to insure this shit [Hook x2] Right, I like em feisty with a little class Some little titties with a stupid ass I help her with her rent, I know she's still in school She got that stupid brain, but baby ain't a fool I'm scooping up the cash, making my rounds Different amount deposited in checking accounts I'm not really interested in trying to make new friends Acquaintances... I'm busy tryna chase these ends But when it's time to kick it, I kick it, The Toothpick Clique It's me and my niggas, Tall Tris, Kory Bellz, El Player Dave C, Mike Dougie, Crack and 'em, Boldy James Pac Div, GY, meet me at the beehive Uh huh, I tell a bitch to choose up 'Fore we up and lose touch, I ain't got all night Sippin' on some sweet syrup but it's not all Sprite Pickin' up plenty checks but they not all Nike's [Hook x2]