Willie the Kid

Willie the Kid - The Watch lyrics

rate me

Ft. Royce Da 5'9"

(Verse: Willie The Kid)

Check me out, I rock the D hell like DopeBoy did

There's plenty bitches splinted

Spendin' dollas at the Spentica(?)

Apple side of vinegar, you can't convince me

Resent indicated Indica, king sense

So scarved, came from India

I'd rather fuck a Jaz Lean than Irene India

I'm superficial, sue me!

Play the ocean like George Clooney

Casino, Clams Casino, I see c-notes

Vanilla notes in my Chardonnay

My naysayers, they saying neva

While their favorite rappers do the Nay-Nay

My neighborhood the wire

Cuz every name it ain't no e-bay

Every bitch ain't bathe either

They know my name, my name is nigga ring in em nostrims

I'm pullin' forcems, three whores at Four Seasons

Partial reasoning, put yo arm in the sling

My niggas sling dope

Fuck perpied, you see em, Japanese denim

I neva lib it, I'mma live it but luv it believe it

I need belienes in Bali'z, cheese blints(?)

Bulletproof beamers, bullet shells finger printless

One blink and it's complete blackness

Apprentice, the crown prince TSP

It's penicillin, bitches peel they' clothes off

Ya niggas fallen off

(Hook x2)

Niggas know where I come from, I stay on that cold shit

The OGs told me watch who you roll with

Watch them niggas, watch them bitches

Keep yo mind on the figures and yo finger on the trigger

(Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9")

I am the end of be all to all beings

I am the fire, the easy rider that's riding the spirit

The eye that's on top of the pyramid, all seeing

GOB takes the day off and calls me in

Uh, I'm the race winner, the straight sprinter

The drum flip you in reverse like Ray Swimmer

I'm sunk in the seat in the Benz, thinkin' about today's dinner

Due to day's dinner friend, then I'm takin' 'em out fo' somethin' to eat

Rippin' the benefits out beneficial master ... P

In the syndicate shit, my paymentship pendin' pixels

Nigga rhymin' the sign insealed tenfold

Grew up with a sweet tube fo' chemfills french roll

The facts of life is this toolie just wants yo folks dead

Word to Tooty, we turn students to coke heads

Ya girl studious, maximus gluteus I seize her

And take her back to Julius, word to Mark Julian

The briefcase handcuffed to my left arm

You like a joke, recicle dope when you was younger

You was up under the microscope now you stepped on

Like if I kicked my girl out, every con might name fo' that reason

I grew em up well, I'll teach you every time of year

Is Nemon Sack season, she act up, I leave her on the clearance rack

At Bloomingdales, now she in the market to hang

With marks who ain't doin' well

And before I'm fake I'd rather get no cake

I been this way since Mia Live was in the Lexus in the front

Of the Ebony show case

(Hook x2)

Niggas know where I come from, I stay on that cold shit

The OGs told me watch who you roll with

Watch them niggas, watch them bitches

Keep yo mind on the figures and yo finger on the trigger

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