Yeah, I look like a lick
Better watch who you lickin'
Shit might get sticky
Me and my blicky
We cruise through the city
Might crash yo niggy
All on her tities
And she want me to f*ck her
But I ain't got time, I'm just too busy
Still trying to make a meal, one time for the gang
Two times for the city, three times for the bros
Yeah you already know, y'all stood right with me
When I was going through the shits, pockets was slim
Down on my ass, but I was on they ass
Still trying to cop a jag, me and my nigga P Swagg
It was mind over matter, yeah, we had to get the bags
What about yo' school? Tony ain't you in college?
Why you talking that shit, like you really be 'bout it
Nigga don't you write books? Love songs with the hooks
You be liking these girls, buy 'em diamonds and pearls
Boy cool yo' ass down, you is not yo' father
You ain't totting them choppas'
What about that bitch? Man, f*ck that bitch
And f*ck these niggas, they can die right with'cha
You niggas tissue, barely wipe some ass
Cause' you break under pressure, you don't want no issues
With me and my niggas, cause' we ain't gone diss you
We gone play it off cool, play it all so smooth
Having you thinking shit cool, but we cold like a flu
And we brought a couple choppas, just to chop ya' into two
Might hit'cha with the four, just even the score
You don't want no war, you niggas poor
Still flipping them dimes, boy you wasting yo' time
You out yo' mind, better get on yo' grind
Before you run out of time
If that niggas don't work, then that nigga a leech
Help him on his feet
If he come back broke, throw him back to the streets
He don't wanna' eat, you niggas food
And we coming with an a appetite, late at night
Crashing shit, on sight
Hoping you said your prayers tonight
Because we don't f*ck with yo' side
You niggas die
Yeah, I look like a lick
Better watch who you lickin'
Shit might get sticky
Me and my blicky
We cruise through the city
Might crash yo niggy
All on her tities
And she want me to f*ck her
But I ain't got time, I'm just too busy
Still trying to make a meal, one time for the gang
Two times for the city, three times for the bros
Yeah you already know, y'all stood right with me
When I was going through the shits, pockets was slim
Down on my ass, but I was on they ass
Still trying to cop a jag, me and my nigga P Swagg
It was mind over matter, yeah, we had to get the bags
T-O-N-E-R-O is thee, K-I-N-G (Yeah, Yeah)
Now they see me, making money
But they can't get shit, No Way (No way, No way)
No, Way (No way, No way)
No, Way
Real eyes recognize real lies, you niggas is dead fries
Big K, lay'em flat, build on 'em, you niggas is real estate
I got Popeyes, potato on the barrel nigga, letting out chicken fries
Hot sauce dripping all on the salad nigga, marinate and tenderize
Too many choppas' we watching the coppas'
They think they can spot us, but they cannot stop us
I'm a big problem, they call me mufassa
I break down the phone and hit up Mustafa
Business is business, don't take it too personal
Or I hit you with something that take all the words from you
So much money ya' potna' a murk ya'
Then lie to the judge like he never heard of ya'
Yeah, I look like a lick
Better watch who you lickin'
Shit might get sticky
Me and my blicky
We cruise through the city
Might crash yo niggy
All on her tities
And she want me to f*ck her
But I ain't got time, I'm just too busy
Still trying to make a meal, one time for the gang
Two times for the city, city
ToneroOfficial - Lick Lyrics
ToneroOfficial - Lick Lyrics
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Yeah, I look like a lick
Better watch who you lickin'
Shit might get sticky
Me and my blicky
We cruise through the city
Might crash yo niggy
All on her tities
And she want me to f*ck her
But I ain't got time, I'm just too busy
Still trying to make a meal, one time for the gang
Two times for the city, three times for the bros
Yeah you already know, y'all stood right with me
When I was going through the shits, pockets was slim
Down on my ass, but I was on they ass
Still trying to cop a jag, me and my nigga P Swagg
It was mind over matter, yeah, we had to get the bags
What about yo' school? Tony ain't you in college?
Why you talking that shit, like you really be 'bout it
Nigga don't you write books? Love songs with the hooks
You be liking these girls, buy 'em diamonds and pearls
Boy cool yo' ass down, you is not yo' father
You ain't totting them choppas'
What about that bitch? Man, f*ck that bitch
And f*ck these niggas, they can die right with'cha
You niggas tissue, barely wipe some ass
Cause' you break under pressure, you don't want no issues
With me and my niggas, cause' we ain't gone diss you
We gone play it off cool, play it all so smooth
Having you thinking shit cool, but we cold like a flu
And we brought a couple choppas, just to chop ya' into two
Might hit'cha with the four, just even the score
You don't want no war, you niggas poor
Still flipping them dimes, boy you wasting yo' time
You out yo' mind, better get on yo' grind
Before you run out of time
If that niggas don't work, then that nigga a leech
Help him on his feet
If he come back broke, throw him back to the streets
He don't wanna' eat, you niggas food
And we coming with an a appetite, late at night
Crashing shit, on sight
Hoping you said your prayers tonight
Because we don't f*ck with yo' side
You niggas die
Yeah, I look like a lick
Better watch who you lickin'
Shit might get sticky
Me and my blicky
We cruise through the city
Might crash yo niggy
All on her tities
And she want me to f*ck her
But I ain't got time, I'm just too busy
Still trying to make a meal, one time for the gang
Two times for the city, three times for the bros
Yeah you already know, y'all stood right with me
When I was going through the shits, pockets was slim
Down on my ass, but I was on they ass
Still trying to cop a jag, me and my nigga P Swagg
It was mind over matter, yeah, we had to get the bags
T-O-N-E-R-O is thee, K-I-N-G (Yeah, Yeah)
Now they see me, making money
But they can't get shit, No Way (No way, No way)
No, Way (No way, No way)
No, Way
Real eyes recognize real lies, you niggas is dead fries
Big K, lay'em flat, build on 'em, you niggas is real estate
I got Popeyes, potato on the barrel nigga, letting out chicken fries
Hot sauce dripping all on the salad nigga, marinate and tenderize
Too many choppas' we watching the coppas'
They think they can spot us, but they cannot stop us
I'm a big problem, they call me mufassa
I break down the phone and hit up Mustafa
Business is business, don't take it too personal
Or I hit you with something that take all the words from you
So much money ya' potna' a murk ya'
Then lie to the judge like he never heard of ya'
Yeah, I look like a lick
Better watch who you lickin'
Shit might get sticky
Me and my blicky
We cruise through the city
Might crash yo niggy
All on her tities
And she want me to f*ck her
But I ain't got time, I'm just too busy
Still trying to make a meal, one time for the gang
Two times for the city, city
Better watch who you lickin'
Shit might get sticky
Me and my blicky
We cruise through the city
Might crash yo niggy
All on her tities
And she want me to f*ck her
But I ain't got time, I'm just too busy
Still trying to make a meal, one time for the gang
Two times for the city, three times for the bros
Yeah you already know, y'all stood right with me
When I was going through the shits, pockets was slim
Down on my ass, but I was on they ass
Still trying to cop a jag, me and my nigga P Swagg
It was mind over matter, yeah, we had to get the bags
What about yo' school? Tony ain't you in college?
Why you talking that shit, like you really be 'bout it
Nigga don't you write books? Love songs with the hooks
You be liking these girls, buy 'em diamonds and pearls
Boy cool yo' ass down, you is not yo' father
You ain't totting them choppas'
What about that bitch? Man, f*ck that bitch
And f*ck these niggas, they can die right with'cha
You niggas tissue, barely wipe some ass
Cause' you break under pressure, you don't want no issues
With me and my niggas, cause' we ain't gone diss you
We gone play it off cool, play it all so smooth
Having you thinking shit cool, but we cold like a flu
And we brought a couple choppas, just to chop ya' into two
Might hit'cha with the four, just even the score
You don't want no war, you niggas poor
Still flipping them dimes, boy you wasting yo' time
You out yo' mind, better get on yo' grind
Before you run out of time
If that niggas don't work, then that nigga a leech
Help him on his feet
If he come back broke, throw him back to the streets
He don't wanna' eat, you niggas food
And we coming with an a appetite, late at night
Crashing shit, on sight
Hoping you said your prayers tonight
Because we don't f*ck with yo' side
You niggas die
Yeah, I look like a lick
Better watch who you lickin'
Shit might get sticky
Me and my blicky
We cruise through the city
Might crash yo niggy
All on her tities
And she want me to f*ck her
But I ain't got time, I'm just too busy
Still trying to make a meal, one time for the gang
Two times for the city, three times for the bros
Yeah you already know, y'all stood right with me
When I was going through the shits, pockets was slim
Down on my ass, but I was on they ass
Still trying to cop a jag, me and my nigga P Swagg
It was mind over matter, yeah, we had to get the bags
T-O-N-E-R-O is thee, K-I-N-G (Yeah, Yeah)
Now they see me, making money
But they can't get shit, No Way (No way, No way)
No, Way (No way, No way)
No, Way
Real eyes recognize real lies, you niggas is dead fries
Big K, lay'em flat, build on 'em, you niggas is real estate
I got Popeyes, potato on the barrel nigga, letting out chicken fries
Hot sauce dripping all on the salad nigga, marinate and tenderize
Too many choppas' we watching the coppas'
They think they can spot us, but they cannot stop us
I'm a big problem, they call me mufassa
I break down the phone and hit up Mustafa
Business is business, don't take it too personal
Or I hit you with something that take all the words from you
So much money ya' potna' a murk ya'
Then lie to the judge like he never heard of ya'
Yeah, I look like a lick
Better watch who you lickin'
Shit might get sticky
Me and my blicky
We cruise through the city
Might crash yo niggy
All on her tities
And she want me to f*ck her
But I ain't got time, I'm just too busy
Still trying to make a meal, one time for the gang
Two times for the city, city
Writer: ToneroOfficial
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid