Hey, Lickety Neal
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Ha
Uh
Yeah
Heard a bitch call me broke
How that make sense?
I was down, took a time out, now I can't miss
Ain't a hoe, that ain't on my dick or that I can't hit
Hit it once, got the head and dipped, and now I ain't *
Look at me, girl, hold a 40 cal right up on my nuts
Then hit all these hoes, why you think I'm arrogant as *?
I done done it all, still feel like I ain't did enough
I been doing this *, I dare a nigga call my bluff
No, I ain't the richest, hell no, I ain't the brokest
When I walk inside the room, I bet I leave these bitches choking
They was looking over me, I had to flex to make them notice
Ain't some motherfuckin' heavy, got it fuckin' on my shoulder
All the hoes lookin' at me, they like, damn, you got odor
Stumpin' on the gas, got it fuckin' on my motor
I ain't talkin' to no bouncer, nigga, go and get the owner
Hit my phone in the morning if you want a place of order
What I threw at AOS, I should've paid my granny mortgage
I crashed a Charger, bought another one, ain't never been no shortage
I been chillin' with my man, all these hoes gettin' boring
They like Lil' Blade, he nothing
Nah, bitch, I'm squirtin'
Niggas
All these bitches call me broke, how that make sense?
I was down, took a time out, now I can't miss
Ain't a hoe that ain't on my dick or that I can't hit
Hit it once, got the hand dipped, and now I ain't *
Call me Mr. Getty and get it off
Tryna follow me to the crib, then you gettin' lost
I can show you how to pimp a bitch or how to be a boss
I'ma drop another chain, let a nigga kiss me first
Youngin' in the city, threw the rose in the bus
Nothin' like these niggas, just look at the hoes, I can *
Pulled up to my court, datin', had a boy in the trunk
Did donuts on they block to let them know it was us
Your man, Lil' Blade
Did it again, stackin' up Benjamins
Just got off the phone and leanin', might buy him another Benz
I might get a Lack truck, put it in a hoe name
Call me Blair, I sell bows, bust those with pro names
Met her with Jose, gon' have me a long day
Nah, it ain't my birthday, I went home with Long K
And I run the mirror, seven mile to Long Lake
Bitch, see me with some grain, left her with the frog face
Black Timbs all week, I play the Prada's on the weekend
Jumped off the porch, went straight for the D-Pen
Walk inside the club, bitches pointin' like you see em'
A nigga ain't her muggin', probably mad how he is bein'
Another bitch call me Lil' Blade
Call me broke, how that make sense?
I was down, took a time out, now I can't miss
I ain't a hoe, that ain't on my dick or that I can't hit
Hit it once, got the hand dipped and I ain't *
Call me Mr. Get It In, get it off
Try to follow me to the crib, then you gettin' lost
I can show you how to pimp a bitch or how to be a boss
I'ma drop another chain, let a nigga piss me off
Or elope again to Long Lake













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