CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : OFF THA PORCH
Jumped off the porch
Who the f**k said, I wouldn't make it
Who the f**k said, I wouldn't get no huncho's
Like a year ago, I ain't have no bands
I ain't have sh*t
On my last I had to take it
Now I'm in my big a** bag
G-star jeans with that VV belt, and it sag
Yeah yo b*t*h said she like the way it shine
F**k a run and dine, I just mac and smack a b*t*h
Leave my jazz on her face, Then I tell she got baby face (ouu)
Then I'm on my way to the crib
Yeah but shawty, She ain't underage
F**k naw, F**k naw
I won't Catch another case
F**k naw, F**k naw (Sett..Sett..Sett)
I still got one pending, But we won't speak on that yuh
I was mia on a mission, For them blue faces
But, if you speaking on my gang
Yeah we be pulling up with the gang
888
We snatch yuh soul's, yuh we kick the door
You can't take none from us, cause If you do we cut your fingers
Y'all be talking to the feds, Y'all be singing
Rat a** n***a
If he snitch on me, yeah this choppa get to singing
Yeah this choppa get to ringing
Made like 6 songs, all in less than one hour
First I got the check, Then I got respect
Then came the power
I don't need a b*t*h just to be on drugs, Just so I could f**k
Hit that hoe sober, Then I made a play serving powder
Yeah I just get this green, Then I smoke some green
F**k n***as snitching
Then these hoes going ride who they think got bands
F**k boys, Yeah we take from them
Pu**y n***as yeah we cross them out yeah
Dummy licks, Dummy bricks
Goofy n***as everywhere
Swear I can't go broke, If I beat that pop
If I beat that pop huh, I could never go broke
Yeah I remember I use to cut the gra**
Now I kick back, Count hundred after hundred jugg
Wishing for that hundred band jugg
It don't matter if you hanging, Don't be talking with the opps b*t*h
You will get splat b*t*h, You is not my homie
You is not my brother b*t*h, You could suck a dirty d**k
You is not considered a new lick
Mop stick
Popping off, Like that forth of July bond sh*t
Feeling like Osama, But I ain't Isis
Yeah my b*t*h is black, But she not the same as Obama
I stayed on that gang sh*t
Jumped off the porch
Who the f**k said, I wouldn't make it
Who the f**k said, I wouldn't get no huncho's
Like a year ago, I ain't have no bands
I ain't have sh*t
On my last I had to take it
Now I'm in my big a** bag
G-star jeans with that VV belt, and it sag
Yeah yo b*t*h said she like the way it shine
F**k a run and dine, I just mac and smack a b*t*h
Who the f**k said, I wouldn't make it
Who the f**k said, I wouldn't get no huncho's
Like a year ago, I ain't have no bands
I ain't have sh*t
On my last I had to take it
Now I'm in my big a** bag
G-star jeans with that VV belt, and it sag
Yeah yo b*t*h said she like the way it shine
F**k a run and dine, I just mac and smack a b*t*h
Leave my jazz on her face, Then I tell she got baby face (ouu)
Then I'm on my way to the crib
Yeah but shawty, She ain't underage
F**k naw, F**k naw
I won't Catch another case
F**k naw, F**k naw (Sett..Sett..Sett)
I still got one pending, But we won't speak on that yuh
I was mia on a mission, For them blue faces
But, if you speaking on my gang
Yeah we be pulling up with the gang
888
We snatch yuh soul's, yuh we kick the door
You can't take none from us, cause If you do we cut your fingers
Y'all be talking to the feds, Y'all be singing
Rat a** n***a
If he snitch on me, yeah this choppa get to singing
Yeah this choppa get to ringing
Made like 6 songs, all in less than one hour
First I got the check, Then I got respect
Then came the power
I don't need a b*t*h just to be on drugs, Just so I could f**k
Hit that hoe sober, Then I made a play serving powder
Yeah I just get this green, Then I smoke some green
F**k n***as snitching
Then these hoes going ride who they think got bands
F**k boys, Yeah we take from them
Pu**y n***as yeah we cross them out yeah
Dummy licks, Dummy bricks
Goofy n***as everywhere
Swear I can't go broke, If I beat that pop
If I beat that pop huh, I could never go broke
Yeah I remember I use to cut the gra**
Now I kick back, Count hundred after hundred jugg
Wishing for that hundred band jugg
It don't matter if you hanging, Don't be talking with the opps b*t*h
You will get splat b*t*h, You is not my homie
You is not my brother b*t*h, You could suck a dirty d**k
You is not considered a new lick
Mop stick
Popping off, Like that forth of July bond sh*t
Feeling like Osama, But I ain't Isis
Yeah my b*t*h is black, But she not the same as Obama
I stayed on that gang sh*t
Jumped off the porch
Who the f**k said, I wouldn't make it
Who the f**k said, I wouldn't get no huncho's
Like a year ago, I ain't have no bands
I ain't have sh*t
On my last I had to take it
Now I'm in my big a** bag
G-star jeans with that VV belt, and it sag
Yeah yo b*t*h said she like the way it shine
F**k a run and dine, I just mac and smack a b*t*h
