King Louie - Val Venis (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: M.A.B.] "A Genius is a person who shoots at something no one else can see And hit it" M.A.B. n***a It's M.A.B. n***a! Look, Pretty Flacco n***a, Let's go [Verse 1] Living in the city where the skinny n***as die Only thing that's full is the semi on my side Runnin through the hood, that'll be a homicide Runnin through my hood, you'll be a homicide Started off nine, with a Glock nine and broke mom, tryna get by So I had to get up, and get out Got my first quad then I flipped out. That's how to get out Started flippin them dimes to them G's. Started sellin them dimes to them G's Had to get smarter, not going to Harvard, but was trappin round UIC! Shout to the Chiraq U.G.K.'s, Shout out to Barack, Mitt Rom, you gay Might run up in your spot with a bomb to-day, Blow ya a** to Iran, get the pun? Ok Glowin strong and then Blowing strong. Check the charm and then check my lungs I gotta text for when my Mexican tryna get it in my residence No residue, I'm blessin you, by not stressin you, and stretchin you Think your dress is cute? well your the next to do, 10-2 she on my testicles Now that's Work! What you know about that? What you know about that? You girl she twerks! Bet she did it for my set, Sex? She did it for my s**? b**h you jerk! Shawty now you gotta step! Gotta one-two step! Before I Kirk! And you 'ont really want that! Naw, you 'ont really want that! Look, M.A.B., There he go, Little did you know. Feelin like that n***a that be reppin Figueroa! Q (Q) TIP (TIP), A-Town reppin, (Yup!) Back to this girl who was one two steppin Steppin in the rhythm of jungle fever, She don't want you or need ya! As Soon as I meet her, you might never see her again, so Ima just beat it then leave it! [Hook] M.A.B., There He Go! Little did you know Feelin like that n***a that be reppin Figueroa! It's M.A.B., There He Go! Little did you know Feelin like that n***a that be reppin Figueroa! (x2) (Turn me up, round 2) [Verse 2] Feelin so bad, tell a b**h roof roof And I'm just tryna eat, tell her make koos koos koos Take her to my spot, where we dim that roof All black mattress, My b**h black too Aspiring for greatness, so she stacks too Three racks for the heels, Yea I bet that's cute But that don't mean sh**, When the buy that's you When she s**in my dick, ask a b**h, That's True! Sellin Cuties and QP's, This cuties a QP My life is a movie, when your cutie do me Rainin like an oozy, Her main frame oozin Your main dame choosin, You maintain loosin Haa!! And I.D.G.A.F., M.A.B. Yup, He up Next I be spreading that peace like Ron Artest And you messing with my God, Then your broad up Next! M.A.B. There He Go! It's M.A.B. n***a It's M.A.B. n***a