Murda - Lakeshore lyrics

[Intro: Jay Whiss] Ugh, woo Prime [Hook: Jay Whiss] On the Lakeshore driving like I'm in a race Chasing paper you can see it in my face I put all these gas b**hes in their place Spent like 15 hundred on this Ace I ain't tripping dawg, I make that in a day I ain't tripping I got too much on my plate I ain't tripping I got too much in the safe I ain't tripping I got too much on the way [Verse 1: Jay Whiss] Man I've got a b**h for every mood I'm in Cla** in session I'ma teach you how to do this sh** When I was young all I would listen to was Ludacris Flowing bows, you a hoe, keep it moving b**h I was smart I was supposed to go to college But all my teachers had me living in the office Started skipping school and greened all the dollars Now my shoes look like a stop sign at the bottom Man somebody call Sandro and get me a deal n***as don't vouch me, you tell me how does it feel? Why these rappers diss themselves? They be telling them tales All these weirdos in my city all that sh** isn't real We the only n***as that she hearing 'bout It's actually playing n***a please just turn it down I don't drink no Sprite unless it's purple now And I might just pa** your b**h to Murda now [Hook: Jay Whiss] On the Lakeshore driving like I'm in a race Chasing paper you can see it in my face I put all these gas b**hes in their place Spent like 15 hundred on this Ace I ain't tripping dawg, I make that in a day I ain't tripping I got too much on my plate I ain't tripping I got too much in the safe I ain't tripping I got too much on the way [Verse 2: Donnie] Got your b**h, gave her to Murda and she going down Prime 176 we're the word around I swear this sh** is not a circus, why are you a clown? I take your b**h and make her strip I'm about to serve her down I told her, teacher don't send me to the office I won't go, I'll hit the block and make the profit Chasing cheese, I call it cow I want the cuttage You boys, I hope you get it cause I got it I want more money than I ever thought of [?] told me get 'em, so I got 'em Flip, stick, the plug i gotta rob 'em Sip, too much purple I got a problem We speedin', we racin' I thought you would have caught up But you are just chasing and we ain't sure you follow Wheres the champagne, I'm tryna drown a model She's giving me brain I knew that she would swallow [Hook: Jay Whiss] On the Lakeshore driving like I'm in a race Chasing paper you can see it in my face I put all these gas b**hes in their place Spent like 15 hundred on this Ace I ain't tripping dawg, I make that in a day I ain't tripping I got too much on my plate I ain't tripping I got too much in the safe I ain't tripping I got too much on the way