Write That Down ft. Cimer Amor Lyrics

Ayo you know you can't fuck wit my style

I been tryna tell these fools for a while

They was knockin' now they jockin' my style

Record label break me off a few hundred thou

I'm gonna flip that doe and be out

Fuck a car, I'm gonna buy another house

The fly shit I say you better write that down

Down, down, down, down

Ayo wack shit I never bring

Like Franks I got red hot flow and I put that shit on everything

It's Mr. Wood, you ain't battling Terrence

You and ya crew is just a Sisterhood of Traveling Pants

Some soft ass chick flick shit you ain't real thurl

Been doin this since Heather B was on Real World

That old shit is what I like to boogie down to

Nowadays these rappers goofy like clown shoes

Square ass L7 dudes I'm like no way

Lack flava till I come and pour on the chipotle

You a beast that's what people email and send me

I get my green but I'm far from eco-friendly

On that feta shit, cheese that's tangible

PETA shit too, People Eating Tasty Animals

Driving with my fur coat stuck in my car door

Bangin that M.O.P, How About Some Hardcore

In the kitchen telling wifey watch how you cook cuz

Don't nothing taste as good as I wanna look love

I'm tryna be around till this shit stop

Cause these rappers don't know a damn thing about some Hip Hop

Ayo you know you can't fuck wit my style

I been tryna tell these fools for a while

They was knockin' now they jockin' my style

Record label break me off a few hundred thou

I'm gonna flip that doe and be out

Fuck a car, I'm gonna buy another house

The fly shit I say you better write that down

Down, down, down, down

Dude, I'm so true, so real, so trill

So 215, I'm so Phil

Writing rhymes I got no time to fill out a will

When I die all I'm leaving yall dudes is a bill

This music biz is heavy have you flippin ya wig

I can understand why Cool and Steady did what they did

When that pressure compound like the interest on ya credit card

Make you wanna grab ya pound and go set it off

Instead I stopped at 7-Eleven for food

Cruised in the parking lot bumpin Devin The Dude

I pulled my phone out and zoned out for like a hour yall

Then went inside and dropped a dub on the Powerball

I ain't win, that's quite understandable

But in Philly, see I've ripped mics with all of the animals

To rock after me you should be scared believe me

Your Air force Ones will turn into a pair of Heelys

Side represent I burn a track to ashes

So nice with it I should be exempt from taxes

That way I can get the rings with the chunky rocks

Long as Cimer beat bumpin like Monkeypox

Ayo you know you can't fuck wit my style

I been tryna tell these fools for a while

They was knockin' now they jockin' my style

Record label break me off a few hundred thou

I'm gonna flip that doe and be out

Fuck a car, I'm gonna buy another house

The fly shit I say you better write that down

Down, down, down, down