wayne brady Lyrics

I told gang if you can touch the hoe

Then hell nah I don't want the bitch

Big bank, I be playing racks nigga, Djokovic

I just got caught up I'm like baby no I don't know the bitch

Pulled up to the spot like

Is Wayne Brady gonna have to choke a bitch

How the fuck we beefin

That boy don't even own a gun

I'm like how the fuck we beefin

That boy see me he gon' run

I'm like how the fuck we beefin

He be lying just for fun

That ain't guap buddy you count ones

Where the fuck yo knot buddy you's a bum

I aint gon lie

She get freaky wit it, she gon use her tongue

I aint gon lie

Yeah you decent wit it, still you aint the one

I aint gon lie

I get hella hoes, I get hella buns

Told his bitch to come over she at the 'partment like which one

Bitch we in the 'partment - 206

Told the hoe that she cant get no pape

So she gon' throw a fit

That boy a scrub

If he drop a song we not promoting it

We at yo door, we gon' kick it down if you don't open it

Why would I hang with fake niggas or fuck a bogus bitch

It ain't shit to crop him like a pic if he don't focus in

I spent a buck, then she gave it up but we ain't spoken since

Bro spent triple digits on that drank, so bring that potion in

So bring that potion out, and we gon' turn it up

I been waiting for too long is it my turn or what

Bro got - in his phone so he gon burn it up

We catch 'em we gon' burn it up

These niggas don't earn enough