Yung Berg - The Cypher lyrics
rate meI’m sorry mother
Fresh out western union, my b*tch know what she doing
she break them crackers down
I call that shit communion
And then we runnin through em
Legs back ass up
Show em how I do em
Yeah look out, want no more drama but I f*ck your baby mama
And then go f*ck your mama so f*ck your mamma
She a bad lil bitch, she be on my dick though
and plus she’s… why? pick her up
Endo
So I’m studio fifty-fo.. yeah dance in disco and then I cut the p*ssy up
Call me Carl windslow
And you could be a erkle, hit the color purple I’m pass the p*ssy around and
my niggas in a circle,
on turbo yeah I’m really beamin
Throw that shit up call me willy demon
And yes I really be in
The Maserati bm's, all the .. that’s why you girl dreamin ..
Ok every day is Friday and I ain’t got to lock ..
Keep your peanut butter jelly, you could give me my bread
Bitch im runnin things, Youll sweat it that I got violence
Pull it out them sticks but I ain’t no f*cking live band
Sort of five many I need to get my mind scanned
Nothing happens by mistake man, look I had it all planned
Dressin like it’s easter Sunday hoe I know you see me and I kind of botlegged
A style thats not needed
I’m leaving bullshit papers I’m not reading
I turn down bad ass deals like loud speakers
Stretch arm swagin, every goal yeah I’m reachin
That’s why your girl sittin on my wood like some bleachers
Pay me for my features, I’m not into free shit
Pass me that b boy, I know this how to treat it
Im with my dawg bird, and we are in Orlando, need to get your party right
We can get the Handle
Rock it in my leather vans, harder than some leather pants
There he go, pedi go, ready for any and every chance
Catch me shopping in Japan walking with a lesbian
My over flow, over flow, Im colder than a gretsky fan
I took the shot like Gretsky and accept i got it on my own
Now niggas hittin up my phone
Asking can they hold the throne tell your b*tch to hold my bone and suck me off when no ones home
And I’ma burry that b*tch and you’re gonna marry that b*tch
I’m here to carry my clique
… circle, my man is purple hit it too hard and it might hurt you
Yall nigga sleepin, oh my bad, did I disturb you,
I catch you creepin what’s in my bag might really merk you.
I clearly came insane and I’m here to change the game
Nothing like wayne, but mayne, my shit be...
I got the recipe, cant a nigga chef with me
Fly young man to the mother f*ckin death of me
The fuck where yall wack ass rap from niggas
Niggas aint gangsta, tax em niggas, shot em in the head when you crack them niggas ask them niggas.. ENDO
Niggas aint fuckin around, get a duck from the pound, use a bitch and im good for the town
Yung chris here no love for him now, run a truck for him now, Diherse
Caddy niggas dead, put that money on their head, put them tips up in the clip
Put my youngest on that brick
Yeah, bitch we bout a dolla, put em in the trunk, them hollows hollow
Sure we get the work for the guala guala, tickets to block that shots impala
Division 1 in this shit, yall niggas aint seein it
We the backwoods, yall niggas OG'n it
knee deep in the street, nigga low keyin it
4'4 got a nigga. ENDO
We got that product, its good
Yall youngest come through and cop it
Try to run up in my hood, yall dumb niggas thatll get you shot
Its just that billionaire smokin that skunk, i roll blunt after blunt
nonstop, tryin to challenge my load
and these niggas aint no gangsta, im as real as they come
the only time these niggas tough is when they stickin to somethin
You crack a .. a nigga phone, had to get it in for him
they like whatchu talkin bout, like im willis or something
Half these niggas on the street is worse than the district attourney
They crack smiles when the jury say they guilty the verdict
And these hoes aint no better, come on when u leave the streets
They gonna start doin their thing, and fuck a nigga like me
And i go overboard with it, i got luda close by
Holla at both them boys here
And you know them boys eatin it
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Thanks to garbo
