Big Sant - My Jeeps lyrics
rate meBack again, yeah, I’m at it again
Rap homicide, somebody call Doctor Quinn
They gonna need medicine by the time I call it end
The next shit I’m best with, best respect it or check it
Born leader, never leave the crib without a D
With two deep shits, I call ‘em fine wine and retched reader
Reader stripping and fine wine, that’s an escort
You gotta have a beamer to great a bitch, not a S
Born leader, never leave the crib without a D
With two deep shits, I call ‘em fine wine and retched reader
Reader stripping and fine wine, that’s an escort
You gotta have a beamer to great a bitch, not a S
Pimp harder than concrete, I’m done here
Nigga diss me, let guns speak
What’s it gonna be by a rhyme spitter
Top five nigga, rap nigga, cut no slack nigga
Red attack nigga, I’m ‘bout facts
You concocted fake even
Niggas stay scheming, I say it’s May season
I make ‘em double up, I’m talking double cups
I’m leaning, have ‘em saying sorry dicks and I didn’t mean it
Next nigga call me Sant gonna catch a fist
Or put they bitch on all fours, have her catching dick
While I’m tipping on foes, trunk full of risk
Give my dick something to burp and put it on a disk
On my way to a chick, full fidget, it’s complicated
We know and ever since she been down I probably ate it
… I got the juice now concentrate
Found someone to participate, identify your rank
Where the fuck you come from? See the estate, I’m eating stake
You sending spam, I don’t give a damn plus I’m exactly who I say I am
That’s where we ended up last time
I got the feeling it’s gonna end up like last time
Just in case you ain’t around with me last time… past rhymes
This said, back to the beat, finish popping in your eye … let it replenish
No one man had so much power, hey, I’m Mississippi raised
Internationally paid, player made, lounging in the shade like a cane, bitch
I don’t feel like rapping no more, fuck it
