Millz - My Type Of Posse lyrics

[Millz] Uh, Uh! Uh, Eastcoast n***a I'm mobbin' Pilot Posse we flyin' I'm all about the dinero but ho I ain't talkin' 'bout Robert Nah, all my money is profit & all my n***as be polished Never ever "C-Breezy" but in a b**h my dick's violent Yeah, I'm the best & a vest man you will need Cause f**ing with me: career R-I-P All about that cheese like mice by me & some X-Games n***as who R-I-D-E Till they die, up in the sky It's a bird it's a plane No it's Sosa mane You better grab up ya shawty When I approach ya mane Cause I f**ed her once, so I'll f** again Like Drizzy, miss me? I'm always 100, no 50/50 I'm chillin' with my bee, she staying busy And since my flow cold, when she lick me, sticky Ha, but that's just a christmas story No Tex West here but I want the glory & n***as want titles while I got the story & when it gets told I'll make it rain-pouring-flood On the westside on my p's & q's Like Luda in '02 b**h I'll make ya move No Givenchy or Tony but I'm mobbed out Make you keep a few burners at ya mom's house Like, Marine vets Ball so hard, whole team, teched Oh shawty give you sa**, to me? Neck & if she ain't down, like Giraffes, next, bye & i'll admit I'm high, & your girl is too so just say goodbye I'm just a Harlem born, PA raised enterprise No pupils on my level like f**ed up eyes My, b**h is the baddest White girl pink p**y, word to Trish Stratus & I ain't gon' lie f**ing her is a habit She appear on my johnson you would swear it was magic But I, Dodger My spanish broad trippin she get nada Ain't married to abuela but I'm papa & b**h you know you love it Picking up a pound for a pound, b**h I'm thuggin' Ridin' round the town with some bees b**h I'm buzzin' PP family me & leek cousins Ha, but really, I'm the coldest here you see Always hearing me, feeling me Straight fearing me, lyrically I k** a beat Spit straight fire, retire n***a My weed is so f**ing top 5 you can't get higher n***a But oh, my flow, could cover floors on floors My dough on dough, & you know we keep our hoes on hoes But a n***a like me man.. I keeps a main b**h... Who everything but basic, never on fake sh** n***as need lasik, pap boys take pics Bright lights stage sh**, so blessed mase sh** & white & she f**s me to d**h.. Black b**hes call her racist.. n***a she ain't racist! But kids like y'all, faker than Ken with a mani Take it in the fanny, no h*mo Grammys, all up on my motherf**ing doorstep At Gamma Phi I get motherf**ing floors wet You n***as high? Yeah you higher than a dwarf's pet Young Kobe get ya' motherf**in' squad swept Yeah the posse get ya' motherf**ing squad slept