Window Shopper
(intro)OhThe top feels so much better than the bottomSo much better
(chorus)Ja you's a window shopperMad at me, I think I know whyJada you's a window shopperIn the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buyJoe you's a window shopperIn the dealership, trying get a test driveNas you's a window shopperMad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summer time, white Porsche Carrera is milkyI'm on the grind, let my paper stack when I'm filthyFunny how a nigga get the screw facing at meAnyhow they ain't got the heart to get at meI'll get down southsides, the hood that I come fromSo I don't cruise to nobody's hood without my gunYou know the kid ain't gonna follow that bullshitTry and stick, me I'ma let off a full clipIt ain't my fault, you done fucked up your re-upAt the dice game who told you put a G up?Everybody mad when their paper don't stack rightWhen I come around y'all niggas better act rightWhen we got the tops down, you can hear the system thumpWhen we rollin' rollin' rollin'Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chumpNigga, when we rollin' rollin' rollin'
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Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop inThey come scoop me up in LAX and I hop inWhen it comes to bad bitches you know I got themSome from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from ComptonYou know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak offAfter that 5 hour flight from New YorkI start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp manTell her meet me at The Mondrian so we can do our thingShe can bring the lingerie with her, I supposeAnd we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothesShe can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex gameHer best friend could potentially be next, manListen man, shit changedI came up from doing my thangHomie I'm holing, holing, holingShit man, the store owner watching youFor something get stolen, stolen, stolen
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