Letra Wat U Sed - Isaiah Rashad
Who the pilot?
And my bitch eat me up while I'm driving
And I swear it's a show, not a riot
Uh
I was trippin', you was trippin', who the pilot?
Bet my bitch eat me up while I'm drivin'
And I swear it's a show, not a riot
And I had a nightmare last night that I wasn't countin' up
We had too many hoes in this bitch, I had to round 'em up
And I had too many hoes in my face, I had to cut 'em off
I been focused on my one-of-one
And I hope your pussy good as my bank account (What you said?)
Ayy, bitch, can I break you off? Trunk wavin' at the mall
Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain't involved
Geeked on my brudda pack, beat and I'm overcharged (Yeah)
Hurt, what I'm servin' in it, spread like the word of God
Fuck what a nigga do, reach for some inner peace
Geeked on my side of town, dope when I'm slidin' down (Bitch)
Ghost when I'm slidin' down (Bitch), Ghost when I'm slidin' down (Bitch)
Torched when I'm slidin' down (Bitch, what you said?)
All the hoes with the shorts in ya ass
And you got the D'USSE fallin' out your glass
Ole man don't want ya in the club
'Cause your pussy poppin' start fights in the club
Come through in your new rental car
Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star
And ya come with 'bout four, five hoes
Down to fight anything straight out the door
Roll but I make him eat up, yeah, yeah, yeah (On go)
Drunk but I make him drink up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Gone)
Real, I don't wanna sneak up, yeah, yeah (Gone)
Pop pills but I make him geek up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrat)
Drunk on a Saturday, hoes are mad, hoes are mad (Hoes are mad)
Dirt, it go thataway, hope it's bad, hope it's bad (Hope it's bad)
Real when you grind (Yeah), real when you shine (Yeah)
Drunk, drunk, drunk on a Saturday (On the way)
Lookin' back when it spazz with your curls and your ass out
Bad like the girl from the album with ANTI
Keep it bad, pop a tag, go and let it air out
Drop it fast, let it spazz, go and let your hair down
Shush when Isaiah get it done, when they sneak, I see up
Flip a pack and make a bun, when it done, I link up
Get ahead like you a geek, show no face if you discreet
Come and put this drink on me if you wanna link up
All the hoes with the shorts in ya ass
And you got the D'USSE fallin' out your glass
Ole man don't want ya in the club
'Cause your pussy poppin' start fights in the club
Come through in your new rental car
Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star
And ya come with 'bout four, five hoes
Down to fight anything straight out the door
And my bitch eat me up while I'm driving
And I swear it's a show, not a riot
Uh
I was trippin', you was trippin', who the pilot?
Bet my bitch eat me up while I'm drivin'
And I swear it's a show, not a riot
And I had a nightmare last night that I wasn't countin' up
We had too many hoes in this bitch, I had to round 'em up
And I had too many hoes in my face, I had to cut 'em off
I been focused on my one-of-one
And I hope your pussy good as my bank account (What you said?)
Ayy, bitch, can I break you off? Trunk wavin' at the mall
Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain't involved
Geeked on my brudda pack, beat and I'm overcharged (Yeah)
Hurt, what I'm servin' in it, spread like the word of God
Fuck what a nigga do, reach for some inner peace
Geeked on my side of town, dope when I'm slidin' down (Bitch)
Ghost when I'm slidin' down (Bitch), Ghost when I'm slidin' down (Bitch)
Torched when I'm slidin' down (Bitch, what you said?)
All the hoes with the shorts in ya ass
And you got the D'USSE fallin' out your glass
Ole man don't want ya in the club
'Cause your pussy poppin' start fights in the club
Come through in your new rental car
Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star
And ya come with 'bout four, five hoes
Down to fight anything straight out the door
Roll but I make him eat up, yeah, yeah, yeah (On go)
Drunk but I make him drink up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Gone)
Real, I don't wanna sneak up, yeah, yeah (Gone)
Pop pills but I make him geek up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrat)
Drunk on a Saturday, hoes are mad, hoes are mad (Hoes are mad)
Dirt, it go thataway, hope it's bad, hope it's bad (Hope it's bad)
Real when you grind (Yeah), real when you shine (Yeah)
Drunk, drunk, drunk on a Saturday (On the way)
Lookin' back when it spazz with your curls and your ass out
Bad like the girl from the album with ANTI
Keep it bad, pop a tag, go and let it air out
Drop it fast, let it spazz, go and let your hair down
Shush when Isaiah get it done, when they sneak, I see up
Flip a pack and make a bun, when it done, I link up
Get ahead like you a geek, show no face if you discreet
Come and put this drink on me if you wanna link up
All the hoes with the shorts in ya ass
And you got the D'USSE fallin' out your glass
Ole man don't want ya in the club
'Cause your pussy poppin' start fights in the club
Come through in your new rental car
Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star
And ya come with 'bout four, five hoes
Down to fight anything straight out the door
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SAME SH!T
Pills, the blow, Turn, turn me up a lil' bit, Same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots, It's the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots, The pills, the blow, the 'yac, the top, The drop, then swerve, then...
HB2U
Is there a Heaven? (Yes), How do you know that? (You don't), Yeah, yeah, I hope it all makes sense to ball like this, the large address, Ain't nothing stoppin' me but parking fees, Many hands settle down, If you...
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Woah, Kenny, Play right, play right, god damn it (Oh), Don't wanna hold up the night, god damn it (Ayy), Don't wanna control ya right, god damn it, Keeping score tonight (Alright, alright), Play right, play right,...
9-3 Freestyle
Aight, yeah, yeah, The way you suck a dick, you get a B+ (You got it, ho), The way you suck a dick, you get a Prius (You got it, ho), You runnin' to the dope, they need to keep up (You's runnin', ho), That bitch...
Don’t Shoot
Smokin' a killer, dodgin' a killin', makin' a killin', All right, check me out, ayy, Southside say you ain't got nothin' to live for, So you ain't got nothing to lose, but don't shoot (Don’t shoot), Yeah, Southside...
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