Ea$y Money - Something Special lyrics

Something special Something special Back to that sh** Something special Termanology, Ea$y Money and we still showin off [Verse 1:] I fill squirt guns with liquor and shoot it down b**hes' throats Check my timeline, all you see is different quotes And I spit the most artistic different flows Give yo sing unless it's have er doing different notes Whether you sit and coach, so you sit in first cla** I cut yo girl man, I gave er the worst gas Just stole a bird bag, credit cards and the cash I take Xanax, smash em up them bloody panny pa** That boy Danny bad and that boy Eddie nice Try and be two faced and get beheaded twice And shread it right in front of your jealous wife Son you better slow up fore you step on my yellow flights From flight club, should be in the Fight Club Prime time and all of that but I'm in the night clubs Stackin up dames with nice bu*ts who might crush And we iced up so most of em getting hyped up Runnin to the bathroom, lipstick, hair check Focusin on their check, so we broken their neck I'm something special, DJ's want me on their deck Now they burning up, man I hope you got a spare set I be bare chest, walkin round the telly, wail on my celly rock Choppin, sellin pot, getting gwap They say I'm backpacked, underground but I'm high I say I'm up there with Biggie, L, Pun and Pac Something special Special right here Something special The way it was meant to be man Well it ain't for everybody Something special Some off ya'll meant to play the bench Pay yo dues man, Ea$y wuddup? [Verse 2:] This that show off dynasty, yea we the tour to God Still bring you that real hip-hop sh** we immortalize Round table with my goons planning your demise Hand him before the file, send him on a slaughter job My n***as is sure to ride, you accidently thrown in the alley Oops, you would think he caught er live It's a parent, like it bring you life Homie you can dye like a single dice Rather not, see I'm tryna get the family to pop Spit line for that big time, gram easing gwap Static came here to rock, I don't shoot the mist Corny rappers I school like a group of fish She with them fly gangstas, handsome G's f** you pay me, too many, you gon have some G's As far as rap go I'm a be your savior That's why they Haiti like I'm DR's neighbor This is easy Something special We showin off over here for no reason Something special Termanology, Ea$y Money, Statik Selektah I don't need to like say my own name anymore It's on half the records in yo f**in iPod Something special f**in weidos, what were doin with a kid? What were you doin with a 17 years old? Wutchu do when you come home from school? What are you doin now?