2009 ft. JR Writer
2009 (You feel that)
That was a Chrysler
She thinks that I love her, I don’t even likes her
But I think it excites her
I ran the price up, I just got nicer
“Gudda, you gettin’ too hyper”
I wouldn’t wife her, Gudda one-nights her
This’ll just make it a twicer
Shorty’s a viper, Swiper don’t swipe her
I said, “I wouldn’t entice her”
Pain in my neck, I had to ice her
All due respect, you made her a lifer
Give me some distance, I had to snipe her
I just went fishing and caught me a striper
You called a stripper, I’m callin’ to pipe her
I’m a shot caller, ain’t no typer
Put in work, so my fruits be riper
Fuck love
It’s Writer
Heart of a lion, eye of the tiger
She comin’ by, and I ain’t invite her
She need excitement, I’ma excite her
I’ma ignite her, she gon’ be hot
Said I’m enticin’, and I entice her
Stepped in the crib, “Who need a shot?”
I’m a provider, like I was Pfizer
Ya’ll wanna wife her
Ya’ll wanna love her, I never liked her
I’ma just pipe her
Then I’ma dubb her and hop in the Viper
2009, that was a Chrysler
She thinks that I love her, I don’t even likes her
And I think it excites her
I ran the price up, I just got nicer
“Gudda, you gettin’ too hyper” (Too hype)
I wouldn’t wife her, Gudda one-nights her
This’ll just make it a twicer
Shorty’s a viper, Swiper don’t swipe her
I said, “I wouldn’t entice her”
Pain in my neck, I had to ice her
All due respect, you made her a lifer
Give me some distance, I had to snipe her
I just went fishing and caught me a striper
You called a stripper, I’m callin’ to pipe her
I’m a shot caller, ain’t no typer
Put in work, so my fruits be riper
Fuck love
He talk like he knew me since we was in diapers
Went to Waikiki to treat it like Rikers
They never liked us, never none like us
Soon as I left, all you pussies got righteous
I used to kick it with bitches ‘cause they were too bitchy
Ask Sammie and Isis
I rather get me some pussy than hang with some pussies
No changin’ my vices, deadbeat talkin’ like Jay too lifeless
Jay too spicy
You’ll never be like this, don’t even fight this
Lonely, I like it, normal in crisis, cordially priceless
This bitch too gorgeous for life, it’s just, shit
I shouldn’t write this
2009, that was a Chrysler
