Lyrics Still - Tyson El Dominicano feat. Purp Santana

AAA is your boy Purp Santana man you already know what it is
With my nigga Tyson El Dominicano man
I told these bitches when I get home is on man
But now we just going to keep hitting them in the head
With that real nigga shit man
Hey Tyson man kill him one time

I'm so nice with the pen cause the pin that is jail
They say I'm my worst enemy but I not killing myself
If I don't make it I got a big pot I'm cooking in hell
Give me a pot I'll show you tricks like the Batman belt
Tell them haters wish me well I deliver like the mail
Watching all these cheese falling out my pocket like a melt
Get your wig pushed back without using any gel
Hot niggga temperature rising just put that R Kells
But that's irrelevant money got me celibate
Blue lines on my hundreds nigga like some cellulite
Suicidal Thoughts I told myself that I'm a blow up like a Taliban
And then I'll take myself where I never been and drink a Heineken
Call me mister rap the pack or, the Dominican
Zika virus Sick bitch go get me my medicine
Bitche climbing all on top of me like Harley Davidsons
Real Hustler fuck a pound I just want to sell a ton
Hahaha yeah hahaha yeah still
Still living this life nigga
Still getting this money
Still fucking These Hoes nigga
From London to Dade Nigga
From from whatever to whatever Nigga
The World Is Ours nigga
Hahaha these niggas got the game fucked up Tyson
A let em know something man you heard me PFE man yeah