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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SPM
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Coy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carlos Coy
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'ma have to smoke
I'ma have to fuckin' toke
Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke
No damn hope, I elope with the game
Got married at the crack hotel in south Maine
[Verse 2]
Holla if you feel me
Wet like Willie
Got my own island like that lil' **** Gilly
And the dang skipper
Fuckin' that ginger
Coulda played pro ball, but I got injured
Man, I wouldn't kid ya
I'ma throw dude
Got a fine bitch in the 602
[Verse 3]
It's more on the menu
I'ma get in ya
You watch Miss America
I fucked Miss Virginia
I'm known to burst
Skip go to church
Got the block hotter than your girlfriend penurch
I'ma scrape the curbs with my brand new twenties
Go buy some mo', 'cause to me, it's just pennies
[Verse 4]
I won two Emmys
Man, I win awards
Got so much heat, I can open up your pores
Fresh out the county
Fresh like Downy
Now my mama high 'cause she ate my weed brownies
[Verse 5]
Now she trippin', calling 911
I'm sad, 'cause she called me a what?
A bad son
But I promise it's gon' wear off soon
Do what I do and just watch some cartoons
I'm on Calhoun
[Verse 6]
Sometimes I feel used 'cause a hoe just wanna
Get in my Fruit of the Loom
I'm about the shroom
I'ma spread the news
SPM, undefeated, can't lose
Hit the dank smooth all night long
I love mama tattooed on my arm
[Verse 7]
Dope house charm with the diamonds in it
I'ma fuck Missy Elliott for one minute
Then I be finished
I smoke spinach
Just like Popeye, except a lil' different
I sell reggie, but I smoke hydroponic
I got more brown bags specials than Sonic
[Verse 8]
Man, I'm on it
I mean, I'm on my hustle
Never love a bitch, 'cause I just don't trust her
Never pop this question
I'ma stay a bachelor
I'm in the kitchen, flipping cookies with my spatula
Do what I hafta
On the third chapter
Talk with my Glock when I come holla at ya
[Verse 9]
Call me the Greaser
Roach in the tweezer
Don't fuck with that ****
'Cause he's a
Motherfuckin' killa out the Hill-a
Cocaine dealer
Get my shit off a 18 wheeler
My ****, ****, bar sippers
Now I'm packing flippers
Lured from your bus
[Verse 10]
I'ma roll with these foes till them hoes start clackin'
If you wanna jack
I got somethin' for you
Up at Chimmy Chang's for the wings and rice
Then, to the store, I need a 40 and some dice
Hillwood hustla
Never caught sleeping
Caught another case, so I gotta call my lawyer
Got a fine chick that look just like Latoya
Run you out my city like them Tennessee Oilers
[Verse 11]
You can play hockey
I'ma play hooky
On the mic, ****, say that I'm the dookie
They tryna shoot me 'cause I'm making movies
Went gold twice, buy ice and rubies
I'ma eat at Lugie's
Save my doobies
She in a D cup 'cause I bought them boobies
I'ma take the tuna
Shoes are Puma
I'ma go on vacation to Blue Laguna
[Verse 12]
'Cause I like to scuba on the island Aruba
I'ma eat a bowl of beans and I'ma play the tuba
See, I'm awful throwed
Y'all should also know
That I'm with a swamp thing and papa dough
And he frozen
Got the what, house on the ocean
Fuck her in the ass with some suntan lotion
All in the open
Where people could see
My next door neighbor's taking pictures of me
[Verse 13]
I'm a powerful man, I bought a house on the sand
Bought the lot and told the cops
Get off of my land
With my Barbie, I'ma throw a party
They want my autograph but I don't got a Sharpie
No more Bacardi
I'm drunk, I need some coffee
'Bout to throw up, bitch, get the fuck off me
But anyway, man, hold 'em up, who is you?
You ain't my girlfriend, my girlfriend was wearing blue
[Verse 14]
But you suck a good dick, so I won't say shit
Then I saw the bitch kissing on my boy Nick
But what he don't know ain't gon' hurt him, though
But hold up, when he hear this song, he'll be swole
Man, I'ma have to tell him that this album sucks
And he shouldn't buy it or listen to it even once
So let it be a lesson, any girl that you meet
Take her to the store and tell that bitch to brush her teeth
[Verse 15]
I'ma roll with these foes till them hoes start clackin'
If you wanna jack
I got somethin' for you
Up at Chimmy Chang's for the wings and rice
Then to the store, I need a 40 and some dice
Hillwood hustla
Never caught sleeping
Caught another case, so I gotta call my lawyer
Got a fine chick that look just like Latoya
Run you out my city like them Tennessee Oilers
Written by: Carlos Coy