Earth Wind and Fire !

Doggy said he on the road he on the slow bus Label called me for M I told them for plus Your Bitch give me bring like she know us Send slugs at ops pick your nose up Catch a op yea we got his ass tap dancing Niggas hating on the phone yea they can't stand me Never seen a dub bet your bitch pants me Shit I have to wrap it up but leave the clip empty Heavy champ I don't really got no muscles Got the medal on my belt so I really don't scuffle Send to Send to sky top shelf like a ruffle Punchline after punchline it unethical Shit we driving on the ops ain't no technicals Yea I'm really him who you tell it to Getting bread every way it's sub metrical You want a crib I want a stadium White buff stick on face like they Opium Send up to god yea I really hope you pray to him She only f*ck lames so you know I can't hang with them No we ain't chilling ain't no kick back Send that nigga to the sky gone head ahead and get your get back Racks for little baby tell them get back Nah freak bitch get the f*ck back Ok Ok I can switch the flow up Wrong song beat but I got my dough up Niggas from the suburbs how the f*ck y'all throwing fours up Smack a nigga and his bitch in the club pick your nose up