"Concrete Connie" lyrics
Boldy James & Antt Beatz Lyrics
The biggest jefe
Blockworks, bitch
We the Mafia
227
Let's get it
Real 6'4" creature, he don't miss and his clip don't neither
Real tricky dance moves, he got disco fever
Made a left on big beaver fishbowling in a Bimmer
All this hush water on me got my wrist on freezer
Robbing Paul to pay Peter, moving blow in Muskegon
2016, that's two bricks of golden retriever
Cooking up in the basement while I'm smoking this reefer
Cooking up, you can still see the pole in my beater
Now I spin a zip of flake for a pair of sneakers
Nigga still running base like I'm Derek Jeter
Pull up something Dilla play with the foreign features
Now a nigga charging $10.08 for a feature
Brick lifing, whole gang full of outlaws
Hitchhiking with them things on a hound dog
Suspended license when I travel through the town hall
In the ghetto, dumped off in the shadows with the groundhog
Bounce back like round ball playing Simon Says
I took a pint of red and painted the town hall
Well, shit get kind of tricky when you playing with them brickies
Praying on my downfall, know they want to check me
Everything but clarity the street sell me
All we know is Hutch and Gary, I need to meet Romney
10 case a boy, that's a thousand, been finding
I turn that Marilyn Monroe to concrete Connie
Pills in the cabinet, Percs and Oxycodone
Still breakdancing turbos and ozones
Two craps and the missile slid right back
Ten shootouts in two weeks, you don't live like that
Sit it out and shut your beak, you ain't built like that
I had to shoot the Battle Creek when my bill got snatched
Had me on the menu with no A&GB
When Dutchie did the Footloose, he was fancy free
Had to take that shit to trial, had me in denial
Knowing I'd kidnap money if they ransom me
Learned to separate all of my wants from my needs
They say it's chess, not checkers, unless you talking Chinese
Bounce back like round ball playing Simon Says
I took a pint of red and painted the town hall
Well, shit get kind of tricky when you playing with them brickies
Praying on my downfall, know they want to check me
Everything but clarity the street sell me
All we know is Hutch and Gary, I need to meet Romney
10 case a boy, that's a thousand, been finding
I turn that Marilyn Monroe to concrete Connie
Blockworks, bitch
We the Mafia
227
Let's get it
Real 6'4" creature, he don't miss and his clip don't neither
Real tricky dance moves, he got disco fever
Made a left on big beaver fishbowling in a Bimmer
All this hush water on me got my wrist on freezer
Robbing Paul to pay Peter, moving blow in Muskegon
2016, that's two bricks of golden retriever
Cooking up in the basement while I'm smoking this reefer
Cooking up, you can still see the pole in my beater
Now I spin a zip of flake for a pair of sneakers
Nigga still running base like I'm Derek Jeter
Pull up something Dilla play with the foreign features
Now a nigga charging $10.08 for a feature
Brick lifing, whole gang full of outlaws
Hitchhiking with them things on a hound dog
Suspended license when I travel through the town hall
In the ghetto, dumped off in the shadows with the groundhog
Bounce back like round ball playing Simon Says
I took a pint of red and painted the town hall
Well, shit get kind of tricky when you playing with them brickies
Praying on my downfall, know they want to check me
Everything but clarity the street sell me
All we know is Hutch and Gary, I need to meet Romney
10 case a boy, that's a thousand, been finding
I turn that Marilyn Monroe to concrete Connie
Pills in the cabinet, Percs and Oxycodone
Still breakdancing turbos and ozones
Two craps and the missile slid right back
Ten shootouts in two weeks, you don't live like that
Sit it out and shut your beak, you ain't built like that
I had to shoot the Battle Creek when my bill got snatched
Had me on the menu with no A&GB
When Dutchie did the Footloose, he was fancy free
Had to take that shit to trial, had me in denial
Knowing I'd kidnap money if they ransom me
Learned to separate all of my wants from my needs
They say it's chess, not checkers, unless you talking Chinese
Bounce back like round ball playing Simon Says
I took a pint of red and painted the town hall
Well, shit get kind of tricky when you playing with them brickies
Praying on my downfall, know they want to check me
Everything but clarity the street sell me
All we know is Hutch and Gary, I need to meet Romney
10 case a boy, that's a thousand, been finding
I turn that Marilyn Monroe to concrete Connie
