Dean Monroe - Facts Lyrics

I'm slicker than that rick
No skips
Cop a flick
Then I make it lit
Making hits
Deans list
Sucking on her tits
Throwing fits
What's that glare?
My wrist
Make them stare
You'll catch a fist
I'm gunning for the tip-top
Top spot
Running from the ex
In my Gucci flip flops
Kick rocks
Fronting for the gram
Get caught
Fixin' for my spot?
Got ya bitch locked
On my cock, cause I make her hot
With my mala, so I don't bother
Hollar, I get my dollar
Cause mala what I bought her
She said the thicker the blunt
Hitters will hunt
Stunners will stunt
Shooters will hunt
We shooting
Like we got mad range
Real things stay the same
Ain't shit change
I mean your hair goes for miles you got inches
Got your own bread, do not get it twisted
Unless you lift it, flip it, just make it ya business
That's my Puerto can fine dime yeah
You my princess
Oh can I get a witness
And damn you bout ya fitness
Best sex I've had yeah you could hit this

You a full ten baby can't deny
Grind it roll it, baby, we so high
Chanel's cool too, you know ima buy
You a dime piece how you get so fly?
That's facts though, yeah no cap though
Killin fits, riding in the coupe, all facts bro
If you pushing in my lane, get em' with a tax bro
Niggas really front for you, then talk behind your back
I am the code to the suite life no zack yo
That's facts though, yeah no cap though
You a dime, f*ck my mind, like you LSD
Like you LSD, ain't no nigga checking me
Ima rep you, ain't no nigga checking me
You a dime, f*ck my mind, like you LSD
Like you LSD, ain't no nigga checking me
Ima rep you, ain't no nigga checking me

She said she mine?
Shit she lying
I don't f*ck with bum bitches
Yeah that's a Crime
Chanel C, my sign
Behind my ear, with the nine
Lie on me? You dying
Then ya fam will pay ya fine
Time you'll need time
To Ingest my melody
Invest in hella weed
Quiet! You ain't telling me
I'm just flowing, I'm just blowing on hella tree
Gave her head
Then I gave her hella D
My rhymes tight like
Mace n dem in 90s yellin'
94 they took Maria off to heaven
Shoutout Big and Pac
Bald head like eleven
301 I'm repping, NYC Stepping
Deansie, hit em with the 1 2
Tell yo boo, and their friends they could come too
Yeah I'm out here with my squad on that hunt too
Paperchase
Green faces is my taste
Will not catch a case

You a full ten baby can't deny
Grind it roll it, baby, we so high
Chanel's cool too, you know ima buy
You a dime piece how you get so fly?
That's facts though, yeah no cap though
Killin fits, riding in the coupe, all facts bro
If you pushing in my lane, get em' with a tax bro
Niggas really front for you, then talk behind your back
I am the code to the suite life no zack yo
That's facts though, yeah no cap though
You a dime, f*ck my mind, like you LSD
Like you LSD, ain't no nigga checking me
Ima rep you, ain't no nigga checking me
You a dime, f*ck my mind, like you LSD
Like you LSD, ain't no nigga checking me
Ima rep you, ain't no nigga checking me