"Naked Cheese" lyrics
(feat. Chopah, K5)
I run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody put their paws in my naked cheese
That's why I
Run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody put their paws in my naked cheese
Met me a top notch about 19
Saw the goldies and let me up in the splene
She got freaky when she smoked that weed
That's why I couldn't wait to make the young bitch bleed
I had my champagne cut with some rump in the butt
In the back seats where I [?]
She said can't be your bitch but I just love to fuck
Man I be havin them type of ho's coughing up blood and guts
No matter what I got the access checked the mattress and got my strap
'Cause rival hoods'll have you end up that's why I carry that Mini-Mac
10 on the dot and I'm at your spot (now what?)
In the Cut with the killa green
And it really ain't all that bad if you supply me some splene
Know what I mean I had to check that ho
If not I bet you'd see that bitches brains on the floor
(You know) my weed ain't have no seeds in it
Foggin up the Cutlas Supreme
Rollin down the street in it
Ain't to need in it if there ain't no weed in it
Nigga I be off the hook like a telephone when fucking with some of that light green seasonin'
Anyways, I had the black briefcase
And I'm'a leave this situation without a trace
We gets to the place I don't really wanna do it all night long
But I'm off that Ol E and I'm'a prob'ly do it all night long
In the morning I'm gone
When you be hittin me on my dispatch
You be tellin em you the main one
But now fuck what you yellin 'cause I
...run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody put their paws in my naked cheese
That's why I
Run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody put their paws in my naked cheese
Met this bitch while I was lookin for a zip
She had a seven-deuce Cut and I was trippin off da
I was off that Alize, every day, hard as fuck
Knowin bootches ain't shit so I fucked that notch in the back of the Cut and got the fuck up
Saw my nigga Phonk Beta picked him up
He had a fat sack of bomb and a blunt I said roll it up
Now I'm twisted with a pitch grip on the Alize and two miles away from a hit I met the other day told her I was on my way...over
In my brothers cocaine white nova
Shift kit, high rise manifold, 350 motor
Told her I was two years older
'Cause I run through ho's like pounds of the douja'
I run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody put their paws in my naked cheese
That's why I
I run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody put their paws in my naked cheese
That's why I'm runnin through them ho's like pounds of weed
Sittin' bitches on the curb and hittin' the 350 (50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody put their paws in my naked cheese
That's why I run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody put their paws in my naked cheese
Uh fo' the nine nebin
Ain't got no down-ass bitch on my side
You know Phonk Beta (what up?)
Down-ass bitch on my side
Just had a brand-new baby
Fo the nine nebin (nebin)
Baby Kevin
Crystal Clear Studios
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody put their paws in my naked cheese
That's why I
Run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody put their paws in my naked cheese
Met me a top notch about 19
Saw the goldies and let me up in the splene
She got freaky when she smoked that weed
That's why I couldn't wait to make the young bitch bleed
I had my champagne cut with some rump in the butt
In the back seats where I [?]
She said can't be your bitch but I just love to fuck
Man I be havin them type of ho's coughing up blood and guts
No matter what I got the access checked the mattress and got my strap
'Cause rival hoods'll have you end up that's why I carry that Mini-Mac
10 on the dot and I'm at your spot (now what?)
In the Cut with the killa green
And it really ain't all that bad if you supply me some splene
Know what I mean I had to check that ho
If not I bet you'd see that bitches brains on the floor
(You know) my weed ain't have no seeds in it
Foggin up the Cutlas Supreme
Rollin down the street in it
Ain't to need in it if there ain't no weed in it
Nigga I be off the hook like a telephone when fucking with some of that light green seasonin'
Anyways, I had the black briefcase
And I'm'a leave this situation without a trace
We gets to the place I don't really wanna do it all night long
But I'm off that Ol E and I'm'a prob'ly do it all night long
In the morning I'm gone
When you be hittin me on my dispatch
You be tellin em you the main one
But now fuck what you yellin 'cause I
...run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody put their paws in my naked cheese
That's why I
Run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody put their paws in my naked cheese
Met this bitch while I was lookin for a zip
She had a seven-deuce Cut and I was trippin off da
I was off that Alize, every day, hard as fuck
Knowin bootches ain't shit so I fucked that notch in the back of the Cut and got the fuck up
Saw my nigga Phonk Beta picked him up
He had a fat sack of bomb and a blunt I said roll it up
Now I'm twisted with a pitch grip on the Alize and two miles away from a hit I met the other day told her I was on my way...over
In my brothers cocaine white nova
Shift kit, high rise manifold, 350 motor
Told her I was two years older
'Cause I run through ho's like pounds of the douja'
I run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody put their paws in my naked cheese
That's why I
I run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody put their paws in my naked cheese
That's why I'm runnin through them ho's like pounds of weed
Sittin' bitches on the curb and hittin' the 350 (50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody put their paws in my naked cheese
That's why I run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350 (50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody put their paws in my naked cheese
Uh fo' the nine nebin
Ain't got no down-ass bitch on my side
You know Phonk Beta (what up?)
Down-ass bitch on my side
Just had a brand-new baby
Fo the nine nebin (nebin)
Baby Kevin
Crystal Clear Studios
Writer(s): Kevin Mann
