Lyrics Holla At A Playa

Baby im the shit so can you bring me some tissue air freshner but bitch im fresher i can get your girl to come an kiss me on the pissa get her out of her close and make her pussy take a picture bitch im me blow smoke like swisha katching lines and hooks i am like a fisher fire like a flicker tired like a twister boy i clap like hurrican chrisa what the hell is a well paid nigga d wayne carter but you can call me mr d wayne carter i got my shit in order when i say its over time i dont mean a 5th quarter cuz i aint playing games i aint saying names and if i ever say a name it will be benjermin frank i got money in the bank i got money bank i got some money under the bed ill put money in your head new orleans east side blood gang soo whoo gang all red yall yellow conred fall back im i rollin yeah bitch i might be sleeping with nin like im cheating on wifey millz had to tell me stop recycling verses and sense i dont write it i reside it in cersive mr carter president carter dr carter hahah (chorus)