Polow Da Don - Put Some Keys On That lyrics

[Intro] Weed and syrup is the combination And the inspiration is you p**y a** n***as I just realized y'all can't f** with me And you never will, b**ha** n***as Weezy F. Baby, believe that Haha, yeah [Verse] I got them 24 inches, sitting on them Joe Buddens And the trunk straight jumping, b**h I can't hear nothing Or I might do the Spurs, sitting on them Tim Duncans And in that Lamborghini I do donuts like Dunkin's How come every bad b**h with a p**y wanna f** him But I just feed 'em d** and just watch 'em f** each other My neck was a hundred and my wrist was another It make her p**y wet, I leave that b**h with a puddle I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I should rap with a muzzle Peyton Manning flow, I just go, no huddle Baby girl getting straight dick, no cuddle You know I'm out this world, I just bought a space shuttle I'mma put some D's on that b**h And these hoes starting to get like fleas on my sh** Have you seen her? Who? Nina. She's on my hip Yellow/white diamonds, call it cheese on them grits You n***as ain't balling Real talk, you n***as can't guard me Two n***as can't guard me, you looking at Jordan From the side, like Spike at the Garden I got the hardest bars, call me the Warden Yeah, excuse me, pardon I break a b**h down like Tonya Harding b**h, I'm Col', not dude off Martin Pockets just fat, like the Klumps and Norbit b**h, I'm fly, like a magic carpet And b**h, I'm fresh, like a pack of Orbit See, I'mma take it, and go bring it back to New Orleans And b**h, I'mma shine in The Land of Darkness And which I'mma grind, 'til my stacks is tall as a wall is And I'm high, don't wanna know how deep the fall is No I can't come down And every time I send my girl out of town I put some keys on that b**h I'm a certified gangsta Haters make me nauseous The money make me anxious Listen how my words are poetic like Langston Dreads down my back like I come straight from Kingston But I come from Hollygrove, 17, danger zone So many C-notes I can sing a song T-top coupe, looking like a thong Your girl love my dick, she treats it like a bong I don't wanna be right if getting high is wrong My eyes so low, I look like I'm from Hong Kong Boy, I got more green than the Bishop Don Juan Okay, I'm not a rookie, I'm a pro - Methazine fiend! Make the homies say hoh And make all the girlies scream I am a vegetarian -- Man, I only eat beats Wear a lot of carrots And I smoke the best greens No beef in my grocery bag Just some Swishers And a whole bunch of cans of whoop-a** I'm strapped, like a bookbag So anyone of y'all can come on and get a foot tag D.O.A Ride all night Sleep, no way Sleep when I lay Six feet deep And until that day I'mma be living like it is that day Yeah, I keep holding on I said, b**h I been hot, b**h the stove been on If you don't like it, I roll over and roll alone f** you and the horse that you rode in on Yeah, some cool shorts and my Kobes on Looking slicker than the lane that you bowling on If they ain't tell you I'm the sh** then they told you wrong b**h, I'm bubbling like soda foam In a styrofoam Cup You know what's in my styrofoam What? S-Y-R-up That's my car, yup Vrooommmmm! Urghhhh! I'm gone