Westside Musical

I woke up this morning to a big butt and a smile (I'm ready to get) High on a hell of a life (and ain't a mother-fucking) Damn thing bringing me down (don't do me like that) Now how he broke if he keeping up with the Jones'? Go hard or go home imma do it like I'm homeless, shit Motown made a little funny ass dude In the church next to the strip club on Conant. I'm Cereon for the niggas trying to play me But niggas ain't put Oopsie Daisy on they playlist Niggas want me to be the type of rapper they can bang with but if I trick it nigga it's 'cause we ain't on the same shit Ooh-chi-wally gotta keep my fucking cool you ain't Saying nothing new if you say that I'm a lame, f*ck You. I'm snapping on everybody that's slipping I better be wetter than fucking water on my wave at the Cool kids like bye nigga. F*ck with a Nerd, we the cool kids now nigga. He this Dope at his all-time low, he don't even want Smoke, he just want to be a high nigga. This for my A-ones, if we go back to my day-ones Or you just met me on the flip, shout-out to You, you the one, you the shit, and shout-out to the Bitches that I never got to hit. Got all these (Hoes on my dick, all these) (Hoes on my dick, all these) Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Hoes on my dick, all these) Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Hoes on my dick, got all these) Yeah (Hoes on my dick, all these) This the hook? Oh this the hook for real? (Hoes on my dick, all these) (Hoes on my dick, all these) Okay. All these Hoes on my dick, all these Hoes on my dick, all these Hoes on my dick, all these Hoes on my dick, got all these Hoes on my dick, all these Hoes on my dick, all these Hoes on my dick, all these Hoes on my dick. These Hoes, hoes, hoes, Hoes on my dick. These Hoes, hoes, hoes Hoes on my dick. These Hoes, hoes, hoes Hoes on my dick. These Hoes, hoes, hoes Hoes on my dick Do it for the niggas that be popping or popping or popping (Or popping) 'Cause where I come from, them niggas run up on your Shoes, your hat, and your jacket and sell it back To you for everything in your pocket, and then I flew South for the winter, well, ten of them bitches. When You're from out of town they be treating you different. I stood Out, every nigga here a simile sentence and ain't Shit you can do-doo get rid of me nigga. Bitch I'm 'Bout to be the king of this hibbity-hop, 'cause Everything I drop gone be a bibbity-bop and Ain't nobody heard it like I did it before, so You can cut out all that other rigamarole. It's like Every nigga want to catch a body, but Don't nobody want to be a hashtag. Wasn't Nobody fucking with my grammar, now Everybody want to be my granddad, see Only lyrical niggas a catch that We already been heightened the bar. They like "Chill, you got time, why you going so hard?" Man f*ck That, I'm a (w)rap like I'm dying tomorrow 'cause on Top ain't even my epitome. We kept it For the last episode bitch. Play your mother-fucking Role like we sticking to the script, 'til they call back the Curtain, I'm-a sing this shit like (Hoes on my dick, all these) (Hoes on my dick, all these) (Hoes on my dick, all these) These hoes on my (Hoes on my dick, got all these) Dick. Yeah yeah (Hoes on my dick, all these) Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Hoes on my dick, all these) Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Hoes on my dick, all these) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Hoes on my dick, all these) Hoes, hoes, hoes, Hoes on my dick. These Hoes, hoes, hoes Hoes on my dick. These Hoes, hoes, hoes Hoes on my dick. These Hoes, hoes, hoes Hoes on my dick