The Boy Illinois

The Boy Illinois - Yer lyrics

rate me

You know how it goes, right after a show

Let’s care of the bizness, and then it’s on the hoes

Yeah I get my digits, just cause I’m about my dough

221 that’s the digits on the dough

When you on your way girl you should get my phone

And my niggers with me so I hope you’re not alone

Smoking in the bathroom, we call it the gas station

Light up and get higher than prices at local gas station

Ah, yeah, we call that home grown

Make a movie out it, baby that’s what they call home grown

School of hard knox, I survived up my own…

And I still did it, and my white socks fitted

Ken Griff kicks, white socks in them,

All of them shoes with the white socks missing

They try to sign me, they ain’t have enough cat room

All this curly hair, I hope I got enough…broom

Windows down, a fuck not giving

I be all off in it, with my baseball fitted

And my pockets so …, race car driven

We’re grinding cause we trying to get them baseball digits

We be, we be, cause we be all off in it, in our baseball fitted

Say yer, say yer, say yer, say yer

We’re grinding cause we trying to get them baseball digits, say yer

Then it’s back to bizness, later for the hoes

All … intended when I say they come and go

I told them I would do it, but nobody listen

While I was showing interest, they just thought I was bitching

Could have been on the team, now they got a witness

We just blowing smoke while them bitches blowing wishes

Now I don’t speak to hoes, I used to say hi to

Cause every time I pop up it’s the end field flat road

They say it’s in my genes, I keep it in my pants

Cause even if I drop it, no one gets too advanced

I’m ready for whatever, you can tell it in my stance

And right before the game blow a kiss and the stance

Looking mvp-ish, will end this bitch

Letterman stashed and my car…

About a quarter… and I’m playing …when I get her through the …

Windows down, a fuck not giving

I be all off in it, with my baseball fitted

And my pockets so …, race car driven

We’re grinding cause we trying to get them baseball digits

We be, we be, cause we be all off in it, in our baseball fitted

Say yer, say yer, say yer, say yer

We’re grinding cause we trying to get them baseball digits, say yer.

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Anonymous
Friday 14th of October 2011 12:13
Yer by The Boy Illinois, the inaugural leak off the Windy City repper’s forthcoming mixtape, finds Illinois showcasing his considerable swag and his game-spitting skills over an upbeat, sampled instrumental by Rel Elite. A mixtape in four sections (one for each season—Yer is on the “spring” portion), Inhale Pt.4: Horai has yet to receive a drop date.