Illecism - Phuck That Fancy Clown lyrics

[Intro] Okay, okay, alright So that's the n***a you're picking? Ok I see you b**h It's Illy ma, nevertheless it's Illy Ya Dig! [Verse] Oh, you're screwing him? Lightskin homie from up the street with the Benz Who be stunting like his daddy sells crack I could hate, but I should've saw that Cause all dudes know dollars bring broads to your ba**sack I'd have none if a n***a ain't do this thing I called rap I know you're on that negro, cause where I throw a single Richie rich could throw a whole stack It's cool His game was off track, seen his number in your phone Calling at 12:44, you ain't know I caught that, huh Quit telling them tales, what the hell is that smell Cause it damn sure ain't Kenneth Cole Black I'd always ask mama and wonder but won't figure Why you little girls always f**ing on grown n***as She said 'because you're minors' I get it kinda It makes sense cause miners is all gold diggers So you're a 49er, rush I won't get you Hot as my lighter but don't juke, I won't hit you I got other plans, go ahead to your other man Throw away them rubbers f** it I'll be throwing rubber bands Give up this million for a couple grand