Tuxedo Lyrics

Designer my head to my socks

Cash come through in fragile box

When i take my cut Know I boss like tux

Said if she fuck me good imma keep her

Might even cop her a golden glove

Bro coughed once when he took two puffs

Its 3 seconds he's on the floor

Shawty no wan fuck

Said she came with her men

So she gave head at the back of the Benz

And she came with one friend that's two of them

Or 3, I don't remember

Was Funke, was it shewa

Or funmi omolewa

They not gang, they not members

Speakers they go through the roof

If you don't believe hip Hop is back

You should take me as proof

My dawgies they bite never woof

See i got it covered like a book

Now you reading the truth

Flip it, i cash it, I stash it

I think the opps lurking

Silence, wait

Now Let's get to dumping

You not gang , you not member

Rapper rapper wannabe

You don't bang I got members

They got my back when e be

Fuck the accent I ain't rich

I made it straight off the streets

Shit I've seen I can't remember

Short term memory

Promoters asking my fee

Football boots know I've been in the field

Yea they know I've been a OG

Too sick like all my presidents

She bend back and pop it for me

Holding her waist you know I go deep

I ain't got a boner I just gotta pee

Now she's pissed and yelling at me

Designer my head to my socks

Cash come through in fragile box

When i take my cut Know I boss like tux

Said if she fuck me good imma keep her

Might even cop her a golden glove

Bro coughed once when he took two puffs

In 3 seconds his on the floor

Shawty no wan fuck

Said she came with her men

So she gave head at back of Benz

And she came with one friend that's two of them

Or 3, I don't remember

Was Funke, was it shewa

Or funmi omolewa

They not gang, they not members

You not gang you not member

Been in the field like C.O.D

AK117 and my Kevlar

Got my back when he be

Design drugs in my purse

The Molly came Louis V

She don't want to work, she want scammers

So I pass her off to my gee

You think cos you wrap you can roll with me

You can cash out still wont ball with me

Came balling in the game turned to a referee

Nikes, best believe

I can't be checked Tho they checking for me

Bro brought packs of loud and gin

This a classic let it spin

Mr fantastic, Mr Boombastic

Mr came fast and captured the scene

Back to back with the thing

I can't slack, relax or give in

Bro came back for that like a fiend

What would rap be like without me?

Designer my head to my socks

Cash come through in fragile box

When i take my cut Know I boss like tux

Said if she fuck me good imma keep her

Might even cop her a golden glove

Bro coughed once when he took two puffs

Its 3 seconds he's on the floor

Shawty no wan fuck

Said she came with her men

So she gave head at the back of the Benz

And she came with one friend that's two of them

Or 3, I don't remember

Was Funke, was it shewa

Or funmi omolewa

They not gang, they not members