Shawn Chrystopher - Biscayne Lyrics
Shawn Chrystopher - Biscayne Lyrics
Cruising down Biscayne, listening to 2 Chainz|With two dames who do brain, graduates from two lane|Never met a nigga who correctly new their shoe name|Am I flowing through flames, said she love my new chain|Got her|Commas in my bank account, make every city proper|Basquiat and 2Pac both f*cked Madonna|So I will not wear a rubber when my chance to f*ck Rihanna||She gonna feel this shit|I bust my ass to spend this cash, I live too fast to feel this lash|I get that ass but she was trash, I only f*cked her 'cause she was your baby mother|Skidded on your chorus while you be thinking I'm sucker|Broke bitch, and listen to speculation of who I've met|And the stripper who full Jamaican but you be thinking she Haitian|'Cause niggas leaving donations on stages for her to play with|A couple R and B hoes but they ask me not to say shit|I'm Shawn Chrys, you know that, whipping out and blow that|Put four stacks in that hoe back and I guarantee she won't go back|You go rap, nobody cop that shit you sell with chromo|F*cking all these hoes while you be jacking off to porno||Where you at, nigga? I'm cruising down Biscayne|Listening to 2 Chainz|With two dames who do brain, graduates from two lane|Never met a nigga who correctly new their shoe name|Am I flowing through flames, said she love my new chain|Got her|Commas in my bank account, make every city proper|Basquiat and 2Pac both f*cked Madonna|So I will not wear a rubber when my chance to f*ck Rihanna||I'm a self-made millionaire, got all my niggas out the prison|Put one in the air|F*ck you and the nigga you look up to, hell yeah, he sank too|I f*ck the bitch who wouldn't f*ck you|You text me, my nigga, f*ck you|Why you always hating? The rest of people being broke sitting, being patient|I hate 'em, my situation, I bomb this nation for payment, castration to any races|Asking how my day went, six months ago a f*cking label wouldn't sign me|Finally ride for Timbaland and everybody rub behind me|The pied piper, we're kicked in cypher, nobody's nicer|Everybody around is a f*cking liar||So where you at, nigga? I'm cruising down Biscayne|Listening to 2 Chainz|With two dames who do brain, graduates from two lane|Never met a nigga who correctly new their shoe name|Am I flowing through flames, said she love my new chain|Got her|Commas in my bank account, make every city proper|Basquiat and 2Pac both f*cked Madonna|So I will not wear a rubber when my chance to f*ck Rihanna|She gonna feel this shit|
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Cruising down Biscayne, listening to 2 Chainz|With two dames who do brain, graduates from two lane|Never met a nigga who correctly new their shoe name|Am I flowing through flames, said she love my new chain|Got her|Commas in my bank account, make every city proper|Basquiat and 2Pac both f*cked Madonna|So I will not wear a rubber when my chance to f*ck Rihanna||She gonna feel this shit|I bust my ass to spend this cash, I live too fast to feel this lash|I get that ass but she was trash, I only f*cked her 'cause she was your baby mother|Skidded on your chorus while you be thinking I'm sucker|Broke bitch, and listen to speculation of who I've met|And the stripper who full Jamaican but you be thinking she Haitian|'Cause niggas leaving donations on stages for her to play with|A couple R and B hoes but they ask me not to say shit|I'm Shawn Chrys, you know that, whipping out and blow that|Put four stacks in that hoe back and I guarantee she won't go back|You go rap, nobody cop that shit you sell with chromo|F*cking all these hoes while you be jacking off to porno||Where you at, nigga? I'm cruising down Biscayne|Listening to 2 Chainz|With two dames who do brain, graduates from two lane|Never met a nigga who correctly new their shoe name|Am I flowing through flames, said she love my new chain|Got her|Commas in my bank account, make every city proper|Basquiat and 2Pac both f*cked Madonna|So I will not wear a rubber when my chance to f*ck Rihanna||I'm a self-made millionaire, got all my niggas out the prison|Put one in the air|F*ck you and the nigga you look up to, hell yeah, he sank too|I f*ck the bitch who wouldn't f*ck you|You text me, my nigga, f*ck you|Why you always hating? The rest of people being broke sitting, being patient|I hate 'em, my situation, I bomb this nation for payment, castration to any races|Asking how my day went, six months ago a f*cking label wouldn't sign me|Finally ride for Timbaland and everybody rub behind me|The pied piper, we're kicked in cypher, nobody's nicer|Everybody around is a f*cking liar||So where you at, nigga? I'm cruising down Biscayne|Listening to 2 Chainz|With two dames who do brain, graduates from two lane|Never met a nigga who correctly new their shoe name|Am I flowing through flames, said she love my new chain|Got her|Commas in my bank account, make every city proper|Basquiat and 2Pac both f*cked Madonna|So I will not wear a rubber when my chance to f*ck Rihanna|She gonna feel this shit|