Propr lee - Bout Dat lyrics

[Intro] Yea yea yea bout dat Yea yea yea bout dat Yea And I'm bout dat said I'm bout dat And I'm bout dat said I'm bout dat And I'm bout dat and I'm bout dat And I be like [Verse 1: Propr Lee] This is my sh** and I shall rip it like this And if I do not jingle my mother f**ing zipper Then please don't give me no lip Boy I'm gonna grind like a broke stick shift And I'm all about mine until in a G6 n***a gonna shine cus I handle my biz My money is time that is how I live Boy I'm bout that And I am where the South's at I just keep it snapping like a mouse trap Lay a b**h down like a house mat Fall inside the p**y then I bounce back Announce that I'm out here High as f** gone light years Came from the bottom they don't fight fair sh**ting on these n***as need a diaper And this is my sh** and I shall rip it like this Rapping like I want a maserati a ducati in my lobby And some brand new diamonds on my wrist Brand new b**h she want diamonds in her lip I want diamonds in my chain so I hop inside the whip Walk inside the plane then I step inside the crib Jump inside the booth then I show how I live Cus I'm that nice I'm hot like a crack pipe And she just turn my sack to bag pipe Made me resurrect on the third day Had a n***a feeling like the black Christ Baptized pure n***a If you think you sick I'm the cure n***a Talking all that sh** I just ignore n***as I ain't worried boy I'm working on the tour n***a [Hook: Propr Lee] And this is my sh** and I shall rip it like this And if I do not, and if I do not Naw n***a doubt that And this is my sh** and I shall rip it like this And if I do not, and if I do not Naw n***a doubt that Yea Cus I been going hard like a motherf**er Yea And I been going hard like a motherf**er [Verse 2: Propr Lee] Rap music's new saint I act like the black mans Bruce Wayne k**ing every mother adversary sh**ting on whoever in my nuke range And y'all n***as loose change So I don't give a f** about your two cents Conversation don't produce revenue Then you gonna have to find you some new friends Bye I'm tying up the loose ends And you are mot apart of my current agenda p**y a** n***as think he f**ing special I probably need to tell him I ain't sentimental I probably need to send a message Cus these n***as here probably didn't get the memo Propr lee is all up in this mother f**er Winning in this b**h and I'm been thinking I deserve a metal Thinking I deserve a crown Maybe I'm a co*ky f** Heart cold like an ice ring Words smooth like a hockey puck And you n***as not enough Got them hoes rocking to my new sh** Boys over there all stressed out I be like a Buddhist on a cruise ship I be like a walking revolution got Mandela in my art work Boy you wanna see how you do me First you have to figure how my heart works I work like a damn slave But I walk I own the sh** Higher than a mother f**er Reporting to the mother ship [Hook: Propr Lee] And this is my sh** and I shall rip it like this And if I do not, and if I do not Naw n***a doubt that And this is my sh** and I shall rip it like this And if I do not, and if I do not Naw n***a doubt that Yea Cus I been going hard like a motherf**er Yea And I been going hard like a motherf**er