Niche - Harlot Lyrics

Never had to be that nigga to make it spark like sparklers
But try me, and I'll list you as a martyr
You'll be waiting your departure
White dog with red marker, you the target
I paint the man Scarlet then I go hit up a harlot
I hang with a tuff crowd, a nigga feel like B Jennings
Pray to the lord cause I be in the streets sinning
Can't bring sand to the beach nigga
I'm grinning while they spinning, them niggas up the score again
We winning think its sweet we'll light you up like Christmas
We got 6 bitches, that's 6 coochies, that's bout 12 titties,
Maybe eleven and a half cause we don't judge we tryna get sitchy
Tequila or the Henny, we drink light or dark
Like a bullet in watch you know its shot'o'clock
You see the time
You niggas hitting 2 fives, and you think you get a dime
Kids choice awards, cause I put some slime on head
She the bestest
Unless another come around then ima have to test it
Yeah yeah
Two things for certain, another one for sho
We running up this bread and we aint never chasing hoes
They chasing us like Concrete
Clock em in his head like a timesheet
Thought it was high five but he caught five feet
Stomp em out like Caine and O'dawg
With us that nigga faced a lot of obstacles like a show dog
Hopped up in the car then we float off
Bet he learned his lesson, he off the net, he ain't tryna be a show off
Never had to be that nigga to make it spark like sparklers
But try me, and I'll list you as a martyr
You'll be waiting your departure
White dog with red marker, you the target
I paint the man Scarlet then I go hit up a harlot
They say love a loosing game, I just be f*cking
Freaky man I prolly put my dick in her belly button or her cousin
Maybe her bestfriend
Gotta love for women, think its my profession
Like usher this my confession
Except Ian popping up with babies
Shit hard like crack up in the eighties
Get a load of this guy like Sara Lee
Im the best thing since sliced bread and ian mean that momentarily
Shit forever like I died on toilet
Hear a bunch of beats from my room, sound hot, like we cooking up in a boiler
If you gotta plan better rap it up in Reynolds cause you know we bout to foil it
Mold we gon spoil it
Shorty working hard cause she sweating me
If you had dragons to imagine, you couldn't get next to me
If you was in the gym pushin weight, you couldn't flex on me
Bunch of blues up in my pocket, nigga you know you had clue
Shit could get wild like a zoo
Like a horseshoe on her ass nigga my religion true
Shit jumping kangaroo
Nigga stuck up on a mountain, cause I made em pay his dues
Never had to be that nigga to make it spark like sparklers
But try me, and I'll list you as a martyr
You'll be waiting your departure
White dog with red marker, you the target
I paint the man Scarlet then I go hit up a harlot