mike will made-it
someone to love
 i had to give these hoes i had to give these hoes someone to love i said i had to give these hoes i had to give these hoes someone to love this what i'm doin' this what i'm doin' it's easier than drugs i said this what i'm doin' this what i'm doin' it's easier than drugs from a p in the pot type of nigga used to sleep on a cot type of nigga used to get it and go you the type that sold a ki to a cop type of nigga have your bitch in my spot i'm the type to tie her feet in a knot type of nigga turned a dream to a g type of nigga turned that g to a drop turn around and take a p on the lot used to say "give me codeine on the rocks" used to say "kiss it one time" cause that coochie was stankin' i sprayed some febreze on the box weed in my socks picture of me with a block on the block picture me rollin' if i get gunned down today your picture they gon' be holdin' pick up the paper custodian your bitch about to get stolen now it is a wrap talkin' aluminum foil tat-tat-tat-tat what the fuck? shoot a nigga playin' tough show me a bitch that is loyal i could sell her desert soil love me or love me not you cannot go to my mama's spot i'm the type to put the ki on the block i'm the type to be the king of the spot push button ain't no key for the drop tatted my body i think that i'm pac got these bitches fallin' through to give me the box bet you niggas wonder how i did it fell in love with sellin' drugs and then i went and got a plug and i made a little bit of money spendin' hundred thousand limits i had to give these hoes i had to give these hoes someone to love took them 5s and 10s and 20s added it up took them 50s 100s then i went to the club they can see what i'm doin' see what i'm doin' it's easier than drugs in the kitchen water whippin' flippin' pigeons double the digits the blue money come got the forgiatto on that new gallardo blowin' avocado ridin' through chicago got the double cup and lean in baby bottle got the shooters with me black mercedes follow shoe cost a bando rest in peace 'nando my bitch came from cuba the weed from cali but my plug mexicano i do this shit for my people now they say young skay got the ether now i'm sellin' this shit like illegal now i'm comin' back to the teacher now we're not the same i'm a creature now came a long way from them regals now how he hop out of two seaters now? that's what them bitches be sayin' that's what them niggas be sayin' but hate is an ugly trait you want somethin' salty go shit in your hand shout out to cap and his bitch he got me whippin' my wrist in a glad look like i'm whippin' my wrist in a glad all yellow rollie is piss on my hand i never listen to man god told me "give 'em the truth" i've just been spittin' the truth that shit you're spittin' ain't true i'm just a product can prove i'm somethin' ill in the booth i'm known to kill in the booth i'm known to spill in the booth see i keep it better i'll never talk to a pillar and i cannot talk to these niggas so,