NxWorries - Suede Lyrics

Hey, hey (ayy, ayy)
Yes Lord

Uh, smoother than a motherf*cker
Suede on the inside
Candy paint, candy paint
I ain't gotta tell you what the rims look like
Look, I'm gripping wood like a motherf*cker (woo)
She ask me can her friend ride
Kelly wanna have a drink
And shorty wanna pop pills all night
Look, don't be f*cking with my tape deck (woo)
You gon' listen to this Marvin
You gon' to listen to this Bloodstone
Oh y'all niggas want that Barry White?
Well, I don't really f*ck with that right there
That could make a nigga act up right there
Well go and get your rocks off, boo
Nah, nah, nah, I don't really do all that, but it's more for you
(Come on, yes Lord) I'm far from a pimp, but I'm close to you
You f*cking with an old soul, twice removed
My pops used to work up on them fighter jets
Maybe that's the reason I be through (yes Lord)
Now who the f*ck called me a player?
I ain't one these young niggas out here sweating for a pay stub
I'm a coach, I'ma teach these bitches how to layup
Now most of y'all can't do shit
But all my chicks cook grits (hey, hey)
Uh, and roll a spliff, at the same damn time
You ain't live long enough, to have a bitch this fine
Now if you don't mind

If I call you a bitch
It's 'cause you're my bitch
And as long as no one else call you a bitch
Then there won't be no problems, nah
If I call you a trick
It's 'cause you paid rent
And as long as you don't call after six
Then there won't be no problems
Walk with me now

She with it, she with it
Shit, keep it three hundred I ain't even gotta hit it
She with it, she with it
All she wanna do is watch a real nigga winning (yeah), nigga
She with it, she with it
Look me in my eye, there'll be no simping (uh)
She with it, she with it
Gotta whole lot of women, all of them with it
Yes Lord (yes Lord)

My momma said don't trust these hoes, boy be about your loot
(True story)
Now if my momma told me that, why the f*ck would I listen to you?
Yes Lord
Never go broke chasing riches
But you might go broke
Chasing every lil' stank-ass ho with a tongue piercing, now

If I call you a bitch (woo)
It's 'cause you're my bitch
And as long as no one else call you a bitch
Then there won't be no problems, nah
If I call you a trick
It's 'cause you paid rent
And as long as you don't call after six
Then there won't be no problems
Walk with me now

She with it, she with it
Shit, keep it three hundred I ain't even gotta hit it, nigga
She with it, she with it
All she wanna do is watch a real nigga winning (yeah), nigga
She with it, she with it
Look me in my eye, there'll be no simping (uh)
She with it, she with it
Gotta whole lot of women, all of them with it
Yes Lord (yes Lord)