Smoke DZA - Willie Dynamite lyrics

[Intro: Fat Trel] What you like, right? You like what you see? Yeah? Me too Come over here, let me talk to you for a minute And sit down And, b**h, I know you know Harry Fraud too, heh [Bridge: Fat Trel] I know you heard I keep a b**h, my b**h a roller Work first, she gon' f** me when it's over She love a rider, I love a roller I love it when she ride, when she do that, I control her I never trust her, I never hold her I just wanna train her, you know, motor [Hook: Fat Trel] (x3) You know I'm blind, right? Come get your mind right Open your mouth, I'm tryin' see what your mind like [Verse 1: Fat Trel] Okay, I woke up to a b**h yelling in my face Had to smack her down, put that p**y back in place Make her snort a eighth, lick it off the plate Throw that in the bank, let my accountant court the rate Make her walk a mile with some heels and a smile She return, let her rest, let her blow a pound of loud Tell her "pipe down", I'll Ike a b**h now When she make a hundred thou', she be making papi proud Had to sit her down, let her know her worth Buy that b**h a car while you buy yo' b**h a purse Told that b**h to pray, make her go to church Come home, change clothes, make her go to work [Bridge + Hook] [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] Right, that mouthpiece, got her that Giuseppe sh** s** the soul out a n***a, she a specialist Get-a-crib-out-a-n***a type of neck she give Have you strung out, that's a definite That mind got ballers out of bread Got hustlers out of shine and all she spend is time But she down for whatever, down to f** Down to get cheddar, down to hold a Beretta She a trill b**h I build wit' f** around and get bills wit' on some real sh** Word, sh**, I molded her Taught her how to shuffle through the streets Slurp a n***a but no spit, not on my new sheets, no [Bridge + Hook] [Refrain: Fat Trel] (x2) Cause when you see my ho, you wanna eat my ho When you see my ho, you gon' eat my ho When you see my ho, you gon' eat my ho But don't sleep with that ho, you'll never leave that ho [Verse 3: Danny Brown] Diamond in the back, sun rooftop b**h, kiss the pinky ring, spit shine these rocks Bruiser and them s*utty Boyz, hoes wanna s** the boy Eating so much p**y, we ain't gotta eat no dinner, boy Mauris with the buckles on 'em, looking like "smoke something" b**h, no fronting, pimpin' never stole nothing b**h, what that a** worth? Help you with your workin' it Hustling them three holes like I was selling cardigans Check you off that rainbow, put you on right angle All you gotta is get the squares with the triangle Keep the circle small, we for sho' gon' ball Jewels all like the opera at Carnegie Hall [Outro] Baby, don't you run so fast Might fall on a piece of gla**