L.E.$. - Suede lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

L.A. dolla, mothafuckin' get

Yeah, look

(Verse)

Walkin' thru the back door, thru the kitchen like an owner

Lookin' like a million bucks, and smell like Marijuana

Eyes lowered on my cut, being followed by a star

Resemblant been the highest, she be wit me from the start

Desperado, no confusing, we killin' wit the music

Clip is loaded, any moment I can shoot it

The rap game, Toreto heavy foot up on that pedal

And still be do niggas, I ain;t got no time to meddle

I just mind my own, lay low and get this paper

And come down on some makers, make the wildlife my neighbor

Ocean in the back, Porsche is in the front

But I'mma be inside, rollin' up that skunk

Thinkinb' bout the next move, takin' ova this game

Moe together (???), betta stay outta this lane

Zed life to that next, have sex in that hatch

Lookin' like and OG, y'all niggas look stressed

(Hook x2)

Put the swade non the ceiling, my bitch love when she touch it

Roll the smoke out the window, pullin' stunts out in public

Don't be fuckin' wit niggas, they be acting like hoes

Got the wiz on the beamer, yeah, them bitches a go

(Verse)

Yeah, them bitches a go

Yeah, them bitches is clean

See me shifting them gears, still riding the lean

Sittin' low when I'm floating, causing commotion with Bubbles

She keep on saying she love me, I guess this bitch wanna Oscar

Now I'm livin' too proper, is it eva too far from your scheme?

I press that igno button, hunt the chick of yo dreams

Ain't got no time for that baby, we gotta hustle the bill

I got my mind on this paper, so right now fuck how you feel!

I just smokin' on purple, riding slugs on de bussy [;)]

I ain't loosing my focus, this shit feel like the movie

Like the intro to Belly, walking slow thru the crowd

I just came wit my niggas, and they presence is loud

When they got me a Keisha, back at home, she a keeper

Anger, oh, se be bitching, but she stay wit that reefa

Yeah, se down wit this shit, all about gettin' payed

So she rollin' wit me, I let her feel my own swade

(Hook x2)

Put the swade non the ceiling, my bitch love when she touch it

Roll the smoke out the window, pullin' stunts out in public

Don't be fuckin' wit niggas, they be acting like hoes

Got the wiz on the beamer, yeah, them bitches a go