Kay Pharaoh - Detroit-33 Lyrics

Uh-huh, yeah
Easy!
Easy come, easy go
That you better know

Bad thing get me off
When she turn me on
That's a hole in one
I ain't playing golf

Someone call a pound
I'm a big dog
Gotta call your boys
You's a bitch, dawg

Yeah, you compromised
You gon' snitch, boy
Said I'm sick, boy
Ain't no cure for this

Why you niggas lame?
I'm just curious
Bitch, I've been a threat
This is serious

Smoking blunts
Back to back
Till I'm delirious
They delusional

Am I confusing you
They're probably using you
This irrefutable
Nigga, f*ck your office

I ain't working in no cubicle
Pussy falls back
Boy, you see what I'ma do to you
When my nigga Jesse

He gon' shoot
If you make a move
We've been out in Cali
Calabasas, maybe Malibu

No, not really
South Central
Where we ride through
Bitch, I'm from the city, D.C

Yeah, 202
I'm so high
Looking down
And I can see the roof

I'm so cold
See my heart
And you can see the proof
They all liars
Hearing me

And you can hear the truth
Gra gra gra
I'ma hit him
If I ever shoot
Gra gra gra
I'ma hit him

And his whole crew
I don't give a f*ck
To give a f*ck
Of what you're going through

They say money calling
Why the f*ck
It never call you
Got another play

And I'ma switch it
Like an audible
This is graduation
Let's just see

Who made the honor roll
Who gon' be the victim
In the end
And only God knows

Running out of time
Nigga, blink
Then it's time gone
Niggas so strange

Watch em change
Like the time zone
Yes, I want that cheese
And that bread like a calzone
Niggaz want beef we gone bring it till the cows home.

And that nothing
Stop bluffing
Yeah
Kill!