You got my number
Call me I turn up your summer
Hit up the strip
Hit up the club
My drip on flood
Call up the plumber
After the big cheese but I'm still wit the run up plus I got the one up
I'm on them g's
F*ck with them dweebs go head bitch
Cause I am the come up
I'm shining so hard they get tan lines uh huh
I don't f*ck with the police but had hot sex in a cop car
Out here living out your every wish
Your future's my reminisce
Look at my watch my diamonds
The real definition of terror wrist
Land on on my feet that's ten toes down
K.O. in the first don't need ten rounds
Told me you had other options
So what's up then
You gone need those now
I am the source
Don't care if they hate or rate me
I don't need the five stars
Hold up
You gone see it when I pull up
Yup
Team full of five stars
Said f*ck you from the first time now you not a virgin
Sick I need help but I don't need a surgeon
Head wrapped round it like I wear a turban
Go cop that brick hit that block put that work in
Heard they looking for you in the streets, uh oh
They riding they searching
Know you deserve it unless you lame on purpose
Stage it's over its curtains
Now you not lurking you nervous
You over there shaking looking like you twerking
Big facts I get the paper and I stack
Only went to war for my hood but
When it comes to that paper I rack
Yeah
Took a plane same night never came back
I rack
Yeah
She thought I had stock in apple cause I mack
Yeah
Quit playing fool
We not playing pool
But I rack
I rack I rack I rack I rack I rack
Yeah
I go so hard that it look easy
Her pussy wet call it Fiji
All bout my green like Luigi
I f*ck her once she won't leave me
Just had a talk with the devil
He told me go get the shovel
Pick a spot for these niggaz and Bury these niggaz
Cause none of em aint on my level
I'm hot I'm talking a hundred degrees
I got a hundred of these
Watch how I do it wit ease
If she ain't f*cking then she gotta leave
I be killing shit this a demonstration
Views panoramic check my elevation
She gone ride the dick with no registration
All these bodies on me think I'm pappy mason nigga ahhh
F*ck her from the back till she tap out
I'm the son of sam in a black out
Seen a hundred grand in a trap house
I was tryna ball like stack house
Got the juice now nigga think I'm Q
On the roof now with a different view
I'm the truth now and I'm never you
I'm the truth now and I'm never you
Big facts Big facts I get that paper and I stack
All these bodies in my hood Trenton done turned into Iraq
Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard - Irack (feat. Gates Montana) Lyrics
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You got my number
Call me I turn up your summer
Hit up the strip
Hit up the club
My drip on flood
Call up the plumber
After the big cheese but I'm still wit the run up plus I got the one up
I'm on them g's
F*ck with them dweebs go head bitch
Cause I am the come up
I'm shining so hard they get tan lines uh huh
I don't f*ck with the police but had hot sex in a cop car
Out here living out your every wish
Your future's my reminisce
Look at my watch my diamonds
The real definition of terror wrist
Land on on my feet that's ten toes down
K.O. in the first don't need ten rounds
Told me you had other options
So what's up then
You gone need those now
I am the source
Don't care if they hate or rate me
I don't need the five stars
Hold up
You gone see it when I pull up
Yup
Team full of five stars
Said f*ck you from the first time now you not a virgin
Sick I need help but I don't need a surgeon
Head wrapped round it like I wear a turban
Go cop that brick hit that block put that work in
Heard they looking for you in the streets, uh oh
They riding they searching
Know you deserve it unless you lame on purpose
Stage it's over its curtains
Now you not lurking you nervous
You over there shaking looking like you twerking
Big facts I get the paper and I stack
Only went to war for my hood but
When it comes to that paper I rack
Yeah
Took a plane same night never came back
I rack
Yeah
She thought I had stock in apple cause I mack
Yeah
Quit playing fool
We not playing pool
But I rack
I rack I rack I rack I rack I rack
Yeah
I go so hard that it look easy
Her pussy wet call it Fiji
All bout my green like Luigi
I f*ck her once she won't leave me
Just had a talk with the devil
He told me go get the shovel
Pick a spot for these niggaz and Bury these niggaz
Cause none of em aint on my level
I'm hot I'm talking a hundred degrees
I got a hundred of these
Watch how I do it wit ease
If she ain't f*cking then she gotta leave
I be killing shit this a demonstration
Views panoramic check my elevation
She gone ride the dick with no registration
All these bodies on me think I'm pappy mason nigga ahhh
F*ck her from the back till she tap out
I'm the son of sam in a black out
Seen a hundred grand in a trap house
I was tryna ball like stack house
Got the juice now nigga think I'm Q
On the roof now with a different view
I'm the truth now and I'm never you
I'm the truth now and I'm never you
Big facts Big facts I get that paper and I stack
All these bodies in my hood Trenton done turned into Iraq
Call me I turn up your summer
Hit up the strip
Hit up the club
My drip on flood
Call up the plumber
After the big cheese but I'm still wit the run up plus I got the one up
I'm on them g's
F*ck with them dweebs go head bitch
Cause I am the come up
I'm shining so hard they get tan lines uh huh
I don't f*ck with the police but had hot sex in a cop car
Out here living out your every wish
Your future's my reminisce
Look at my watch my diamonds
The real definition of terror wrist
Land on on my feet that's ten toes down
K.O. in the first don't need ten rounds
Told me you had other options
So what's up then
You gone need those now
I am the source
Don't care if they hate or rate me
I don't need the five stars
Hold up
You gone see it when I pull up
Yup
Team full of five stars
Said f*ck you from the first time now you not a virgin
Sick I need help but I don't need a surgeon
Head wrapped round it like I wear a turban
Go cop that brick hit that block put that work in
Heard they looking for you in the streets, uh oh
They riding they searching
Know you deserve it unless you lame on purpose
Stage it's over its curtains
Now you not lurking you nervous
You over there shaking looking like you twerking
Big facts I get the paper and I stack
Only went to war for my hood but
When it comes to that paper I rack
Yeah
Took a plane same night never came back
I rack
Yeah
She thought I had stock in apple cause I mack
Yeah
Quit playing fool
We not playing pool
But I rack
I rack I rack I rack I rack I rack
Yeah
I go so hard that it look easy
Her pussy wet call it Fiji
All bout my green like Luigi
I f*ck her once she won't leave me
Just had a talk with the devil
He told me go get the shovel
Pick a spot for these niggaz and Bury these niggaz
Cause none of em aint on my level
I'm hot I'm talking a hundred degrees
I got a hundred of these
Watch how I do it wit ease
If she ain't f*cking then she gotta leave
I be killing shit this a demonstration
Views panoramic check my elevation
She gone ride the dick with no registration
All these bodies on me think I'm pappy mason nigga ahhh
F*ck her from the back till she tap out
I'm the son of sam in a black out
Seen a hundred grand in a trap house
I was tryna ball like stack house
Got the juice now nigga think I'm Q
On the roof now with a different view
I'm the truth now and I'm never you
I'm the truth now and I'm never you
Big facts Big facts I get that paper and I stack
All these bodies in my hood Trenton done turned into Iraq
Writer: Tahmyrre Johnson, Tracey Horton
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