Lyrics Wannabe - Jon Lemon

You some wannabes that's what I do not wannabe
Bitch don't talk to me unless you got some gwap for me
Bitch look like a spice girl sniffing that white girl
She just want the pipe get on the mic I think she might hurl
She throwin signs up bitch I don't need co-signs yuh
Hit that wind up bitch she got that coke lined up
Sniffing that fine dust
Bitch I gotta go wise up
My brothers died from the shit that's in ya nose outta lick

You really so outta touch
That's why these hoes I don't trust
All you really out line keep a crayola on tuck
Motorola razor independent like da trucks
Feelin like I'm weezy mix the fubu wit the trukfit
Pull up like what's up bitch
Really don't give a fuck
Fit cost a couple bucks
But I'm chillin up in the cut
Quick
Toss a couple bucks to my man and he grab the blunts lit
Pull up with the pots and pans cookin fungus
I don't really fuck wit nobody round here who run shit
Dummies fuckin wit me best get out the country
You lunchmeat
I ain't busy fucking wit no junkies
All you fuckin lame I don't need to say it
Yeah my rent late but you don't even pay it

You some wannabes that's what I do not wannabe
Bitch don't talk to me unless you got some gwap for me
Bitch look like a spice girl sniffing that white girl
She just want the pipe get on the mic I think she might hurl
She throwin signs up bitch I don't need co-signs yuh
Hit that wind up bitch she got that coke lined up
Sniffing that fine dust
Bitch I gotta go wise up
My brothers died from the shit that's in ya nose outta luck