LÉON - Rough Lyrics

I blow by the ounce, bitches wanna pounce on my dick, borrowed bars, sick
Women spit, when I lick their clit, dick iron fist for ya kiss
She thought I woulda bust but I pissed, her lips Soaking full of shit
So who you wit? I'm bagging grams, got a call from ya mans
He told me what's ya plans? I'll hit you back tomorrow, for demands
Meet my by the beach, so we can talk about the ocean and it's sands
I'm traveling to different places, and different lands
Exchanging information, different faces different hands
Who that black tinted jeep? Wanna peep where I creep
Cocking back his gun, so he can put me to sleep?
Know them hallows what you reap if you wanna speak
To my team what I mean, is sitting in a Lex with a ill ass beam
Flipping for that cream, y'know what I mean
Lon the best to ever f*cking rhyme on the scene
I will kill all these rappers, studio gangstas all these niggas is some actors
Wack, not essential, haphazard for you bastards
Craft and cultivate for the masses, stomping out and killing all these half ass disasters with a bachelor, for ya masters, bastards
Lon body catching all ya asses, graveyards for statures, fractures, break-backers for ya asses
Lon get 'em if he have to, shatter rappers to some matter, erase ya face close the case so where's the data