Dave East - I'm On lyrics
rate me(Feat. YOUNG CHRIS)
Hey, hey, I’m on,
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on
Uh, yeah!
Speak with my bitch, I’ve been having it for war
We go together like Kevin and Concord
Flying sparrows, we’re young niggas...
PCP, coke dose, supplying herbs, yeah
Hoarse feeling and manrilla
Go tequila and then Quiller
Would have chose a few, smoke a few,
Ace as coke, have a toast or two.
From the... to the yacht, the coast is filled
Life’s a bitch, ocean view
The wide is bright, crystal clear
You know is that work when the crystal’s there!
Captain, we’re on! And we’re gone!
Whoever killing this means his family more.
Tested at being greater, he’s had it for gracious
Gotta keep the same travel whenever you make it
Who we’re getting money, them niggas are haters,
Haters are celebrating the minute you’re fading
Gotta stay away from your flees, ya niggas is drunk
Gun season I’m alive, my niggas, I’m more!
Yeah, good weed and a bottle of that pink
It's getting nippy out, mink shit
Got too many girls, all cling chicks
You talkin money? That's my language!
What the hate for? Why the anguish?
No Philly boys speaking Spanglish
Tell your main bitch is dinner time
Can’t wait to eat the pussy, so anxious, genuine!
Keep it going on, go!
I mix the Patron with Rose more
Hot boys, spit it so cold
Mr. Tea Shit, nigga, all gone!
Come to this show, is all hoes!
Step up stage, they all chose
I got more clothes than you ever know,
BC, big top with the prop where you go,
Can’t get it for the luck, get it for the G
Live it up to me, I’ll give it to you for the free!
Dwag boy, you could roll me in a Dutch
She see the Mercedes trucks, she wanna fuck!
No deal for real, balling
Flying all alone nigga like Geronimo
What you do, old nigga?
You pop shit, but that ain’t you, old nigga!
David Blue... got to the strip
My son popping the... his brother finally got bricks to fly
Jacket is black, teams under the noodies
Drunk, getting Monica Lewinsky at the movies
All over the map, shots spring, I bring all over his lap
All over some crack, now go the harasser
Watching for them blue vans,
NYPD fucking life for a few grands
Pull up and post up, watch how you approach us
Back was all I roll us, seen them niggas froze up.
11/99 Jefferson, East River
Tighting the ... and don’t get the living
Home alone, walk with the chrome, I post some ...
Pull me over for speeding... on the ticket.
See them out in the morning, just know a nigga was itching
All my niggas is on, and holler when you get it
Scope on the... and pillow catching his biscuit
In the trenches no coat fight the benches.
Fuck you gonna tell me? All I ever knew was to sell weed
Sway front on the Channel snicks,
Go front, only the bottom, I talk money
Fiber losing dope in the pussy, she walk funny.
Know you ain’t retaining ... to call for me
Working out in the booth, shit is a sport for me
Trapping in the project, chasing that love money
You think a Bronx town I what you will call sonny
I ain’t got it ahead of me, making that call for me
We’re ... with your hundreds, they’re thinking of your money, nigga!
