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What So Not
What So Not
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ralph Van Hilst
Ralph Van Hilst
Songwriter
Marlon Flohr
Marlon Flohr
Songwriter
Kenneth Oudejans
Kenneth Oudejans
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Queens, Queens
Queens in the building
Queens in the building
We out here, son
Sydney, choking kangaroos, dropping kicking sharks
We out here, just chilling
[Verse 2]
Every time you see me, I'm stoned like a motherfucker
If this bitch is too annoyin', let my brother fuck her
I don't need the headache, just need the head
And I don't need to see the bread bake, just need the bread
[Verse 3]
My mother need a new whip, my shorty need some new tits
My girlfriend need a new ass just to compliment for those lips
I call her Big Red, she loves to give head
And roll up joints that be bigger than the pig's leg
[Verse 4]
When I come home, she be smellin' on my boxers
"Motherfucker, why your penis smell like lobster?"
'Cause I'm a mobster, bitch
And so is every motherfucker on my roster, bitch
[Verse 5]
Oh, when the **** gon' bang
And the **** ain't focused on starter
I bring the harder
Move 'caine and them **** ain't focused on chargers
Beg your pardon, today's that day for the credits just cash, no charger
What's the problem?
Pull my shooter and I bang and I know you **** ain't gon' harm her
[Verse 6]
He got armor, he got years to go
First time down like he here before
When he go, homie got year to go
That Louie, that Gucci, what you ain't know?
I get my **** fresher than my **** ever been
I whip the chicken and I got a lemon pepper Benz
[Verse 7]
Every time you see me I'm stoned like a motherfucker
If this bitch is too annoyin', let my brother fuck her
I don't need the headache, just need the head
And I don't need to see the bread bake, just need the bread, bitch
[Verse 8]
Bitch, I'm getting my money up, bitch, I'm getting my money up
Bitch, I'm getting my money up (My money)
Dick won't flip my money out
Bitch, I'm getting my money up, bitch, I'm getting my money up (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm getting my money up
[Verse 9]
I could, I could come down swinging my word will
Blinging in the BM, shades over my eyes so you can't see them
Please don't fuck with my freedom, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Don't trust or believe 'em
They'll have you sittin' all up in the precinct
I can, I can buy a couple things, take some bitches to Brazil
Never ate at the buffet, water skiing in the grill
Every single cut of meat, tray Korean on the grill
Every single thing I drive look like it's leanin' off her pill
[Verse 10]
You look hungry, ho, I don't fuck with no hungry ho
All my bitches got a lotta dough
And all my bitches got dough to show
Last chick said I was the pot of gold
And that's 'cause a **** make a pot of gold
Drive through you and get your pot of gold
I slide through whippin' the ride you know
[Verse 11]
Top down and a **** drivin' slow
I'm hot now ****, I'm 'bout to blow
Atom bomb, out of charm, outta bra, outta thong
Wait take it off, wait keep it on
Chester hills, that be all
Back to the block I'm a beast in the streets
Beast from the East and this bitch 'bout to eat
[Verse 12]
Every time you see me, I'm stoned like a motherfucker
If this bitch is too annoyin', let my brother fuck her
I don't need the headache, just need the head
And I don't need to see the bread bake, just need the bread
[Verse 13]
Pop out the stolen Lexus, chain to the solar plexus
Sweatpants, leg up, that means my man loud
I'm gettin' money and the papers, time to head count
Pop out the hunnid grand
[Verse 14]
Pop
Written by: Kenneth Oudejans, Marlon Flohr, Ralph Van Hilst

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