Shawn Chrystopher - The Credits lyrics

rate me

Yeah yeah yeah!

I got all these hoes steppin like they deltas

My fine flow is first class nigga, Delta

My wine hoe is forty plus nigga, stellar

My Latin homie callt he dramas like novellas

But I be on that Tony Stark shit

Audi when I park shit

I can smell your breath from here, it's obvious you talk shit

How I'm not the best this year? Yall be talkin dogshit

And every time I spit a classic verse they be like, "Aw shit!"

Niggas asking me for beats

Homie I don't give a fuck

All my fuckin' beats for me

Yall aint even trill enough

Numbers never lie to a nigga, but people do often

That's why you'll never see a number in that coffin

Rest in peaces, are you fuckin Christina

My bitches be doing lines then jetting like Mr. Revis

She givin me butt and head so ain't no way that I'll leave this

I’m smoking more than I say, so ain't no way that I’m Jesus!

Vegetarians, ain't no way you can meet us

unless you bitches Hungarian, ain't no way you can greet us

I'm getting paid, bitch, and I ain't sharing any

I'm rolling up in my Benz like Wheelchair Jimmy

Be poppin bottles so I sells, yall be sharing Remy

I only eat a couple women, but prepare plenty

Some raw, some well done

My bitch appear like Oprah but still be havin that Yale fun

Now adjusting to the fame fast

Hope they don't take away my best friend like I'm Dame Dash

I be movin train fast

Lookin like a fuckin blur

Every time I hit the hole, I'm dunkin like a fuckin Spur

Yall be on that bullshit

rapping bout that tool shit

R-I-G-T-M-A-6, I call that bitch my cool whip

I was always laughed at, never was I laughed with

So on Grammy night I will be sitting with a bad bitch

O-M-G a bad bitch? Yeah, L-M-F-A-O*

all my niggas ride with me, looking like a carpool

Baby you can lap it with my nigga if the car full

Ha, see I’m a trainer, you boyfriend is a trainee

...Centinela, fighting streets like I'm Zangief

And I don't give a fuck what yall be on

Cause I'm the fuckin Dream Olajuwon

uh, so why you acting so silly?

Since I’m the dream then please have my baby Christina Milly

My chin is lookin’ so chilly

Outdated like Mrs. Willy

By Willy I mean that rapper turned actor who’s worth a bilie

When Usher was fucking Chili

I made my first trip to Philly

To spread it to New York City

In hopes of signing that milie

My nigga Harlem Cash, his manager name was Vinny

And Vinny was talking shit but now Vinny he work at Denny’s

So ah.. fuck you bitch!

So much money for one nigga, I’m too rich

So many bitches I be wishing I had two dicks

Instead I’m blessed with one that’s longer than a pool stick

I’m in that cleaned-up Range

On them G’d up thangs

We Applebee’s while you savin’ up for P.F. Changs

Girl, hop up in this truck

You knowin wassup

You remind me of my ex, so I’m hopin I fuck

And then, baby we can have a baby on some…..

My offspring, see more green than golf swings

We in the back of the limo, tryna consummate

But she ain’t giving up shit, I guess she constipated

Uh, Bet you didn’t know I was this cold

You niggas dick ride, I get my dick rode

Now watch I how I shine

As I present silent films for the blind

Motherfucker

Thanks to dwadeisbetta for correcting these lyrics