Wale they call me tiger stripes
When i'm making words, call 'em spare lines.
And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real
Im wastin punchlines but i got so many to spare i just thought of another one that might go here
Flip it for profit, flowin hip hop bitch
Switch, a female dog with no raw, rich
Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit
Same scumbags turned him down with his chance to turn a profit
Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense
In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends
Ready to set it up, set with a plethora
Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga
I'm with your girlfriend eating chips
Pull em in abundance
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >