Lyrics Black Market - David Raé Shawn

Uh, Joselynn in the back talking shit
Rae Liotta nigga

Uh
Bunch of hoes, bunch of bitches
And all our mamas with it
Niggas ain't on no smoke
Bruce Willis, die hard with a vengeance
My big dawg look like beast he cripping
My bitch beez in the trap like Nicki
That bitch window shopping, Fifty
Kill his ass then shop his kidneys

Anything's possible Kimmy, uh
Spin in a circle with semis, uh
My hoes got the perkiest titties
I know a bitch out there working the city
Uh, Big Beloved I'm too stressed
Can't control when my mood switch
I need a bag, I want two checks
Both a hundred racks for my new shit
Ain't sparing change for no new bitch
And ain't shit free no more, nah everything profit
Ain't saving shit, I ain't David Crockett
I don't give a fuck, my soul is rotten
My bitch Glock like Lil Mama, it's popping
Fashizzle my nizzle
Uh, bout to go up off a blizzle
Yeah, she let me hit from the bizzle
GoldChain ready to bust his glizzle
Uh, God made me with the chisel
Huh, bitch I'm too sick got the sniffles
Yeah, huh
I'm giving the signal
And turning this shit into Civil War
I was thinking about this what I did it for
I'm a one man pan so obviously
Me, I'm trying to increase my body count and get straight to the digits
Bobby Brown, this my prerogative
Management keep saying that I need to be more positive
But me I'm from the trenches so I'm just being honest with
All of this southside shit shawt
I'm outside with dawgs
Ready to blow yo wig off
She started to nut through mid-call
Had to wipe my dick off
And tell these niggas to get off
Cause the dick-riders insane
I don't condone unnecessary meat riding and that's on gang
David Rae Shawn
Wu-Tang, change it to David Raekwon
Can it be all so simple what they want
Agents of smash in yo bitch, I'm going A-bomb
Niggas just got packed up fasho
Ain't I like Young Dro? (Ain't I?)
Ain't I off that smoke? (Wait ain't I?)
Ain't I fucked yo fucked hoe? (Ain't I?)
Ain't I? (Wait)
Ain't I? (What?)
Ain't I fucked his hoe?
Ain't I? (What?)
Ain't I? (Wait)

Aye
Bunch of hoes, bunch of bitches
And all our mamas with it
Niggas ain't on no smoke
Bruce Willis, die hard with a vengeance
My big dawg look like beast he cripping
My bitch beez in the trap like Nicki
That bitch window shopping, Fifty
Kill his ass then shop his kidneys