P. Reign

P. Reign - Where You Been lyrics

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(Verse)

Huh, hottest women on speed dial

Yung killas on redial

Came from my lawyer’s son' bar mitzvah

In otha words we don’t see trial

Yung Reign from the streets nah

It’s my turn to eat nah

It’s time I turn up the heat nah

In the studio, givin' beats beat downs

All my yung boys drink henny straight

My fans want Dear America, don’t lettem wait

I do betta wit the hate, anyway

Got the milli bout to be in my account, anyday

I been stuck in the city too long, can’t leave

Will ya please come and get yo bitch, can’t breathe!

Roll up my sleeve, cook up the rock

Mama said ya still got yo hands in the pot

Man I be lyin' if I said I wasn't waitin' on this shit my whole life

Took a chance rolled the dice

Felt the pressure blowin' pipes, not a drip

Nigga not a drip

Boy I’m a plumber wit this shit

Just got a new whip

My son call it Tonka truck

I said yeah boy, yo daddy in a big toy

Put yo money on retainer befo you’re outta luck

Got the feds on my ass, call em hemorrhoids

Tell the pigs, that they betta bring back up

I done sold an eight-ball on erry corner

Wit the sticks on me, had to rack up

Showed no luv to the niggas hatin’ on us

Hurry up yung Reign they been waitin on ya

Its our time now I'm bout to lay it on ya

My bitch on twitter writin' lol

Still laughin' at the broke bitches hatin' on her

(Hook)

I been down this road

Grindin' to the bone

Only way I know

Only way I know

I been on the low

Bubbling on the stove

Hustling till I go

Only way I know

Where ya been

Where ya been?

Man, I been on the go

Only way I know

Where ya been

Where ya been

Man, I been on the go

Only way I know

(Verse 2)

Ooh, yung Reign in the flesh

Bitch, I been errythang but stressed

Big lie, ya a god damn fibber

Can’t cross the border, just anotha fuckin' nigga

Man, I been on the block wit my muthafuckin' niggas

Smokin' weed, sellin' drugs, fuckin' bitches, spillin' liquor

Ooh, wylin out, I had to learn to hold my liquor

I'm the boss, I ain’t got to pull the trigger

All the real d-boys, where ya at

Teach how to cook a bird in like six minutes flat

Man, I’m just trynna make it where the rich niggas at

Tell em skinny hoes bounce and bring the thick bitches back!

Like her booty like my pockets gotta keep em fat

Shout them h-town bitches wit they dimples in their ass

Woah, hoppin' up and out the courts, give and go

Me and my lawyer like Stockilla Malone, here we go

Gotta bunch of killers wit me, gotta problem let me know

Red dot got it pointed at yo crown, watch the throne

That’s my dog throw a bone

Ya could smell the gunpowder, niggas sprayin' like cologne

And ya know I got a team but I could do it my own

All alone, fuckin' life boy, I'm David throwin' stones

Order hits but neva do it on the phone

I'm the shit she can smell me thru the phone

Bad bitch knockin' at my door knock knock mhm

I'mma fuk her on the floow bop bop mhm

And to em niggas talkin' non stop

Watch this top drop, Glock pop (pop pop pop)

Where I’m from I’m a legend

Damn, that’s yo girl, when the weddin'

I have yo bitch shotgun, ridin' thru the six in a muthafuckin' seven

Holla at me

(Hook)

I been down this road

Grindin' to the bone

Only way I know

Only way I know

I been on the low

Bubbling on the stove

Hustling till I go

Only way I know

Where ya been

Where ya been?

Man, I been on the go

Only way I know

Where ya been

Where ya been

Man, I been on the go

Only way I know

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