Bout Me Lyrics

feat. Styles P

I'm back, back in the booth
You heard them tell lies, now listen to the truth
We was young busting the duce, duce off the roof

Heard please come and get me, poof
Poof, disappear, reappear, got cocaine, nigga, come reappear
Caught a key chain, hold a key, LOX nigga, know about the trilogy
What? Just 'cause the Knicks lost, New York is still balling, nigga get lost
Shit, I drove the truck before the coupe and shit I stay a little low
Try probably any place, I want them all, fucking go
And the money ain't a problem or the motherfucking hoe
Old beef, if I get out let the motherfucker go
Wow, smell that loud aroma? RIP to the people out in Oklahoma
Street diploma, you ain't got a GED, you learn all your hip hop from BET
To be me you better have some degree and say that Romeo shit, Funk Master PSheek Louch - Bout Me - http://motolyrics.com/sheek-louch/bout-me-lyrics.html
I do a show on rock classics classically, suck my dick, remember?
Kiss about to drop then the locks, ' blocks
Next assemble and they wanting on a killer, part two of the silverback gorilla
Getting money touring to come chilling
All the joints to the face ain't a problem but I'm the problem with a '
Everything about me, head shot, body shot, you ever doubt me
Ever, watch glow, chain glow, bullet on your head like a kango
Listen lil' nigga, you a lamo, only thing you missing is the bumper sticker rainbow
What you know about P? 38 for the pound, 22 for the ki'
But the dope back free, that's a sample, leave examples, get the candle
At the money count wrong, word to the ' you go to the ounce lone
Doubt me I'll shoot you and until the doubt gone
Word to any town, niggas is out on
Later dog, get your girl scouts on, desktop, only thing I put a mouse on
The man surviving, I bet you vouch for him, bullet in the head dead on the couch foam
Bitch nigga, sick nigga, fuck boy nigga, trick nigga
Soft nigga, lost nigga, fucking with the boss, you the cost, nigga