What It Is lyrics
Song information
Artist: Young Dro Album: Best Thang Smokin'
Lyrics
Young dro, young dro
[Girl:] ladies and gentlemen...... this is a jazze phizzle production young drooo
[Chorus: x2] Ay you a killa? what it is Hell yeah, what it is Drug dealer, what it is Young player, ridin tall I just wanna sit up in the air Get high, I just wanna be up in the air
[Verse:] I'm in the air (come down) Ain't comin down (why?) Fuck here dammit (where?) Ain't comin down (please) Bubbilish coat, 26's in the town I'm a killa too Killin bitches in town Chevy with the beat down Make you spin around I could fishtail Off fishdale Ask the niggas over there If I'm the shit there I don't tolerate My impala great Bring the choppa out Bet I discombobulate I'm a tough nigga You a fuck nigga See me in the club all prodded up nigga I got a semi too My hoes get at you I got diamonds, earned like winnie pooh Give to lapia And caviar for dinner too Mafia as a mother fucka Don't make me have to get at you I blow a hundered shots A nigga plus fifty -two
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:] My car actually Willy wonka factory Ice look like rasberry These hoes tryin to tackle me Nigga I'm a killa I suggest you don't come after me Bitch I be in collipark Plus I be on mcafee Bankhead faculty Boy you need to rap with me Come and talk to me Before I open up your cavity Shots come rapidly I told you not to blast at me I don't play with little boys You tryin to michael jackson me? Lil nigga ridin in the air fantastically Til the day they kill us I neva put my rims up Actually, car flop purple when the sun come When they get done with that thing It'll look dro won
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:] Mink coat(bppbpbpb) Shit polar bear Hoes over here Hoes over there I'm about to take flight I'm goin in the air Candy with the gloss I'm about to lift it out Can't you see someone on me you don't like Then lick it off(lick) We don't need to look at the time We rip em off My wrist 40 But guess how much tip cost? Bout a hundered k I don't wanna play Young dro ridin tall in the summer days Sellin dope, it be junky where my mama stay(fo real) Bad hoes get treated like runaways Bitch you need to go home cool out and smoke a blunt a day Go and say hoe my cuzzin look like egg yolk You know I keep a tool wit me all in the bed tho My money fed though It's grand hustle bread boy We got 28 inches in the air What you scared for?
[Chorus x2]
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
"Best Thang Smokin'" album track list
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