Essay Lyrics Kirko

Its a young don ? from the H-town streets
Wheres girls they got time for a nigga like you, & they never get time from a nigga like me
All my hoes pretty when I pull up in ya city
& wherever I go everybody wanna be
And I ain't tryna keep my new bitches on the low, when I walk thru the door everybody get to see
All my bitches love my bottles, man these sparkles blinding me
Just look for July 4th in the club and you gon spot a G
It ain't hard to tell your girl can't keep her eyes off V.I.P, cause she know this type of night dont come ‘round twice, girl what it be?
Uh
Im in the party with some all stars, never low-key
That money that you bragging you just spent up on a car last month, man I cut the same check on lean
Pull up on the scene, H-town king, but im tryna get more you can call me high king
Me and all my niggas we just living out our dreams spending money with the team, getting pussy ain't a thing
You ain't wanna get the whip til i got it my nigga
You ain't wanna get the crib til i got it my nigga
You ain't wanna get the bitch til i got her my nigga, yeah i got her my nigga, but i dont doubt her my nigga
You ain't wanna get the chain til i got it my nigga
You ain't wanna sip the drink til i got it my nigga
You ain't wanna pop a thing til i got it my nigga
Yeah i got all my niggas, we turnt up in the club like
Awwready (awwready)
Awwready (awwready)
Awwready
Nigga tell his girl not to fuck with a nigga like me, but i fucked
Awwready (awwready)
Awwready (awwready)
Awwready
I been chillen on the low, but ya probably dont know
How the fuck I pull up in a drop like this?
How I make her fingers ? like this?
How the fuck I pull up in a new Lamborghini looking like Bruce and I ain't even drive my shit?
How the fuck I make these bottles pop like this?
Man How the stripper make that ass drop like this?
Last night I fucked like 4 of them hoes, and the crazy part is im telling my pops this shit
You can't tell young niggas nothing, you can't tell us nothing
Shoulda never asked your girl about me, thats why she let me fuck her
Said You can't tell these bitches nothing, man can't tell em nothing
& i been sippin on this drink so bitch please shut the fuck up, girl (shut the fuck up)
Its a young ? from the H-town streets
Wheres girls they got time for a nigga like you, & they never get time from a nigga like me
All my hoes pretty when I pull up in ya city
& wherever I go everybody wanna be
And I ain't tryna keep my new bitches on the low, when I walk thru the door everybody get to see
You ain't wanna get the whip til i got it my nigga
You ain't wanna get the crib til i got it my nigga
You ain't wanna get the bitch til i got her my nigga, yeah i got her my nigga, but i dont doubt her my nigga
You ain't wanna get the chain til i got it my nigga
You ain't wanna sip the drink til i got it my nigga
You ain't wanna pop a thing til i got it my nigga
Yeah i got all my niggas, we turnt up in the club like
Awwready (awwready)
Awwready (awwready)
Awwready
Nigga tell his girl not to fuck with a nigga like me, but i fucked
Awwready (awwready)
Awwready (awwready)
Awwready
I been chillen on the low, but ya probably dont know

Sound MOB, Sound MOB
Sound MOB, Sound MOB

Uh, riding down, 59, man, I'm thrown my essay
My girl, my girl, my dime, my dime, naw that be my essay
Just got, just got off a flight, then pulled up to the heights
Hit my essay for some dough, about to get on my flight
Gotta' slab riding clean, got that straight from Arizona
Shit, shit, that drink, that drink, I got that shit from California!
Shit! The ride, the ride, oh if you're trying to get them keys
Catch, catch a shooter, shooter with some starch john jeans
They'll shoot cha yeah they'll shoot cha
No spanish, no spanish, no puta, my pockets Pumba
And I'm so manish I may never, never hard to try to do my thing
When the cars pull up, man, I was slow stroking me an essay!

Hook:
I'm coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay
I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay
I'm riding clean with my essay
And everybody know I got them things for my essay
And tonight, yeah we gonna ride!
I got a whole bunch of killers with me
I throw my H town up in the sky
Cause ain't nobody fucking with my homies!

I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown
Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho
I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown
Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho
I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown
Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho
I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown
Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho
She my essay, my fucking'
I fuck her so good, she be like, 'can I get the dick home?'
I know, know, gonna gonna play me
Picture you with these skinny ass jeans like Patrick Swayze
I'm blowing, blowing hazy
Yeah, I'm all up in this dazy
I'll be like, 'bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay me!'
I don't give a fuck and I don't give a damn
Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay!
Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay!
Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay!
I don't give a fuck and I don't give a damn
My essay bitch bitch got the good skin, got a ten
But shit! I'm the man! I'm on the fucking mic
She gonna ride dirty, Kush don't pour me out that'

Hook:
I'm coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay
I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay
I'm riding clean with my essay
And everybody know I got them things for my essay
And tonight, yeah we gonna ride!
I got a whole bunch of killers with me
I throw my H town up in the sky
Cause ain't nobody fucking with my homies!

Me and my essay speak'
See, I told she don't she she don't talk shit
No, she just let the take play
No referees around, you better hope you're lucky left day
And aching ain't the hope, the hope you're right
Don't let you left play!
Uh, me' reader
Me sure to see you
Now only do your fuck me, but you cooked the best for heaters, uh
And empanadas and quesadillas
I'll beat your pussy like piñatas
Get your ass a visa, uh!
That corpus Chris who riding with my dog'
That corpus Chris who riding with my dog'
I know a girl from' that probably needs a homie
That corpus Chris who riding with my dog'
I know a girl from' that probably needs a homie
And if you're real, she gonna fuck us at the same time
My ' say, don't fuck, don't fuck, don't put me on!

Hook:
I'm coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay
I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay
I'm riding clean with my essay
And everybody know I got them things for my essay
And tonight, yeah we gonna ride!
I got a whole bunch of killers with me
I throw my H town up in the sky
Cause ain't nobody fucking with my homies!

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