Earle Simmons - Gatekeeper (feat. Flex Malik) Lyrics

Think you're the gatekeeper
But you just a doorman
Run in with heaters
Better hit the floor man
This is my house
Make me switch up the floor plan
Ran off on that nigga
He was slumped off four xans
Your bitch hit me up for some sensual seduction
Chopper gone boogie like Demarcus Cousins
Me and her f*cking I don't do the fussin
AK on me you would think I was Russian
Take it slow baby I ain't really rushing
Don't talk guapanese then there ain't no discussion
I like my bitches pretty and disgusting
That nigga broke it's pretty disgusting
I'm not a buster she ready to touch it
And I got stripes but I ain't playing rugby
Peon nigga
You a germ don't touch me
Charms on the neck but I ain't feeling lucky
Shades on the face I don't see shit you saying
I'm in the back I'm probably getting faded
That's not my mans he ain't gang related
No money Bill Clinton, no relations
F*cked her first night
I could tell she was anxious
Got a bad bitch that look like one of Charlie's Angels
We making flicks, we getting all angles
Put a hole in your partner
Turn him into a bagel
Hold up I just poured a drop in a faygo
What flavor that is?
I think it's mango
Smoking exotic it taste just like mango
These niggas cappin like they rocking Kangols
My facecard there ain't nowhere I can't go
Smoking on bats, Jose Canseco
Make you cradle up with baby Draco's
Ain't giving free points to you boys
F*ck a free throw
Get a freak bitch
Then I make the hoe deep throat
Pray for the plays
I feel like I'm Tim Tebow
She giving top
I ain't talking gazebo
I pop a perc, and you pop a placebo
I talk that Spanish on the phone with migo
Hit him with that magnum that treinta ocho
This is young flex
Turn this shit to a horror show
I'm tryna f*ck
Give a f*ck bout a horoscope
I got that water
No tap
This ain't Morse code
Ain't no insurance in thuggin no geico
It ain't nobody like me baby I know
F*cking that bitch and she hitting all high notes