Shawn Chrystopher - Biscayne lyrics

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Cruising down Biscayne, listening to 2 Chainz

With two dames who do brain, graduates from two lane

Never met a nigga who correctly new their shoe name

Am I flowing through flames, said she love my new chain

Got her

Commas in my bank account, make every city proper

Basquiat and 2Pac both fucked Madonna

So I will not wear a rubber when my chance to fuck Rihanna

She gonna feel this shit

I bust my ass to spend this cash, I live too fast to feel this lash

I get that ass but she was trash, I only fucked her ‘cause she was your baby mother

Skidded on your chorus while you be thinking I’m sucker

Broke bitch, and listen to speculation of who I’ve met

And the stripper who full Jamaican but you be thinking she Haitian

‘Cause niggas leaving donations on stages for her to play with

A couple R and B hoes but they ask me not to say shit

I’m Shawn Chrys, you know that, whipping out and blow that

Put four stacks in that hoe back and I guarantee she won’t go back

You go rap, nobody cop that shit you sell with chromo

Fucking all these hoes while you be jacking off to porno

Where you at, nigga? I’m cruising down Biscayne

Listening to 2 Chainz

With two dames who do brain, graduates from two lane

Never met a nigga who correctly new their shoe name

Am I flowing through flames, said she love my new chain

Got her

Commas in my bank account, make every city proper

Basquiat and 2Pac both fucked Madonna

So I will not wear a rubber when my chance to fuck Rihanna

I’m a self-made millionaire, got all my niggas out the prison

Put one in the air

Fuck you and the nigga you look up to, hell yeah, he sank too

I fuck the bitch who wouldn’t fuck you

You text me, my nigga, fuck you

Why you always hating? The rest of people being broke sitting, being patient

I hate ‘em, my situation, I bomb this nation for payment, castration to any races

Asking how my day went, six months ago a fucking label wouldn’t sign me

Finally ride for Timbaland and everybody rub behind me

The pied piper, we’re kicked in cypher, nobody’s nicer

Everybody around is a fucking liar

So where you at, nigga? I’m cruising down Biscayne

Listening to 2 Chainz

With two dames who do brain, graduates from two lane

Never met a nigga who correctly new their shoe name

Am I flowing through flames, said she love my new chain

Got her

Commas in my bank account, make every city proper

Basquiat and 2Pac both fucked Madonna

So I will not wear a rubber when my chance to fuck Rihanna

She gonna feel this shit