Braziness

Lyrics

[Verse: Jay Worthy] It's okay if Drake did it, I still wanted to hit it Like a legendary ho from high school giving head in the bleachers I still wanted to bleed her Tell her how dope I am like, "Baby, watch how I freak it" Them other dudes sped you up on cocaine, I introduced you to Linta I might hit the bag for fun, treat your ass like a diva 'Cause you the main feature I don't want the makeup, natural how I keep her When they made you how they made you, it was perfect, believe me Look at all my other hoes, they the same, can't you see it? I might like a certain part of you more than your features That's why I focus on your smile, the dimples and creases I slide in with no rubber even though it's dangerous No paperwork, fuck the clearance I was made for this You got me saying shit that sound brazy as angel dust Music to drive by, roll the windows and things gonna bust I'm talking about the sample like when Common did with hip hop But I still love you like my first love, a bitch from the V-Bop Leave me alone freely to roam James Clarke themes, Relaxed Scene was the song Autumn leaves like it's fall Smell the bottle rocket, Mighty Mice weed in the bong Familiar gurbs, tell 'em, "Please sing along" Locker combos with the tree in my drawers Twenty bags of G's in my socks Who are all these lil' marks? Couldn't hang like palms on the block Fuck with the opps, that's regular degular like Hanes for the box Blood stain on my Glock, close range, he was got New Range hoppin' out, that's my bitch, not my car Aw damn, that was hard Sunday nights on the 'Shaw sniffin' dope out of straw Fuck you mean, "Is it raw?" Two middle fingers, fuck the law Trunk full of heels and some bras, Double D on my Lord What's his fee? She wanna know Too much for these lil' hoes, it's Worth Yeah, uh I come to the projects to see you You come out, cocaine in your nose, baby screaming I came to release my demons like I came to release my semen I ain't into preaching, soon as I nut you hear tires screeching Bird on a Wire blaring out my speakers In the newest sneakers, some Nikes I found in Harajuku Rare color ways, models from the new releases I'm the feces Poppin' Ps and chunkin' B's for no rhyme or reason Never betray funky brothers, Blood, that shit is treason Charlie Brown, Vince Guaraldi when it's 'tis the season Earth, Wind and Fire, baby, these the reason I'm tryna fuck for sure, and that's a fact, so tell me where we meeting? God walked with me through enemy hoods, so I ain't scared to leave But I ain't scared to squeeze I leave it to PP like Jerry Mathers left it to Beaver I'm Derek Jeter of the Rap Game, I let her hold my, hold my, hold–