"My Speakers" lyrics
(Not everybody shows)
(Not everybody shows)
(Could you read my mind)
I let her meet my mama, now she know she the one (Nigga, what?)
Nigga be counting up commas (Could you read my mind) like I'm Zay or sum' (Nigga, what?)
I'm havin' soldiers like Obama, nigga, I'll pay it a hunnid
This bih' look like the white house, all these flags in this bitch
I like bitches with a smart mouth, damn, I'm sad about this shit
If you don't come with large amounts, I need a bag, little league, bitch
Cough syrup in my piss, I spilt my racks, bitch, I'm sick (Let's go)
This bitch keep on rollin', like a Honda Civic
Wait, this 'za too strong (Damn), I can't let you hit it (Yeah)
Got this new drip in (Woah), I can barely fit it (Woah)
But I love fashion, bitch, I must admit it
Hedi Slimane, (Not everybody shows) all these fuckin' skinnies
She said she wanna get lit, I'm finna pass her Henny
I let her meet my mama, (Not everybody shows) now she know she the one (Nigga, what?)
Nigga be counting up commas, like I'm Zay or sum' (Nigga, what?)
I'm havin' soldiers like Obama, nigga, I'll pay it a hunnid
No cap, I pay it a hunnid
Call my swag that honey pack, these bitches comin' (Could you read my mind)
This lil' ho, she stalk my Tumblr, say I'm onto somethin' (Say I'm onto somethin')
These niggas ain't on nun' (Woah)
Rolls-Royce Truck, I need a fuckin' Cullinan (Skrrt, skrrt)
And my shooter in the back, just like Chris Mullin (Boom)
If that bitch pretty as fuck, she gone have me blushin' (Damn)
I see you, I get to clutchin' (Let's go)
(Not everybody shows)
(Not everybody shows)
(Could you read my mind)
I let her meet my mama, now she know she the one (Nigga, what?)
Nigga be counting up commas (Could you read my mind) like I'm Zay or sum' (Nigga, what?)
I'm havin' soldiers like Obama, nigga, I'll pay it a hunnid
This bih' look like the white house, all these flags in this bitch
I like bitches with a smart mouth, damn, I'm sad about this shit
If you don't come with large amounts, I need a bag, little league, bitch
Cough syrup in my piss, I spilt my racks, bitch, I'm sick (Let's go)
This bitch keep on rollin', like a Honda Civic
Wait, this 'za too strong (Damn), I can't let you hit it (Yeah)
Got this new drip in (Woah), I can barely fit it (Woah)
But I love fashion, bitch, I must admit it
Hedi Slimane, (Not everybody shows) all these fuckin' skinnies
She said she wanna get lit, I'm finna pass her Henny
I let her meet my mama, (Not everybody shows) now she know she the one (Nigga, what?)
Nigga be counting up commas, like I'm Zay or sum' (Nigga, what?)
I'm havin' soldiers like Obama, nigga, I'll pay it a hunnid
No cap, I pay it a hunnid
Call my swag that honey pack, these bitches comin' (Could you read my mind)
This lil' ho, she stalk my Tumblr, say I'm onto somethin' (Say I'm onto somethin')
These niggas ain't on nun' (Woah)
Rolls-Royce Truck, I need a fuckin' Cullinan (Skrrt, skrrt)
And my shooter in the back, just like Chris Mullin (Boom)
If that bitch pretty as fuck, she gone have me blushin' (Damn)
I see you, I get to clutchin' (Let's go)
(Not everybody shows)
