Sweetheart - C Breeze

Leather jacket relaxing
These movie scenes I'm acting
These rappers attract some massive play
Another bad b**ch
Fully smoking locamotive ni**a f**k a
In the club celebrating cause I'm so promoted
Is it a fire Cause the crowd is smoking
Big Will she off a pill: rollin
You know a country ni**a hungry
Waffle house Open
But they too broke to pay their bills
So they're freeloading
But it's cool sit down
You know that ni**a there Yell his name
Chris Brown
His chain's so ugly that it makes a b**ch frown
I'm serving all these niggas
But who ordered hash browns
Ni**a I be like: yeah I got the check
And I just paid your bills so yes
I want some sex
Hah But first can I kiss your neck
And I'mma work you out
So you ain't gotta stretch
Holla Let me slow up
Impregnate your beat I make that b**ch blow up
I eat all I can eat
Until a ni**a throw up
I tell that DJ “ay Pull up pull up”
Man I'm so sick of these lame motherf**kas
A ni**a's still shitting on the game motherf**ka
Old niggas at the world trade muthaf**kas
Y'all niggas still being the same muthaf**kas
Who else dawg
Let me go in and I count more ends
My tints 11 your friends in my Benz
The engine on that Viper 220
And it's green in the trunk but that's new money
Watch: Frank Mueller my Ruger
Cut that sh*t – fire I just shot my jeweler
Another hundred racks just to make my chain a cooler
Off that loco out of my medulla
Wow I be seeing dead people
Dead prezzies my besties
We are not equal How you get the big picture
Looking from a peephole
My real niggas in the back like
“He ain't talking to me tho ”
I know you mad because I afford it
TMZ I'm wiping my a** so stop recording
Supposedly a singer can't do hip-hop
But I just killed this sh*t so let the
Sh*t rock