Jide-Kun - The Boondocks Freestyle Lyrics

I'm an ignorant, long dick, skinny mothaf*cka
She asking for titles; I gotta dub her
My new bitch a fed: under covers

Yeah, yeah my name is Riley son
But you know, niggas call me Riley Escobar
You know what I'm sayin
Cause I be in the streets you know
I got all kinds of names like
H.R. Paperstacks, uh
Also known as A.K.A. Horse Choker
A.K.A. Pillsbury Doughboi
A.K.A. Louis Rich
Yeah, like the, what

I'm an ignorant, long dick, skinny mothaf*cka
She asking for titles; I gotta dub her
My new bitch a fed: under covers
These niggas wylin', I'm above it
These bitches childish: Donald Glover
Money keep piling, on my mother
She broke my heart, I'll find another

Walk with limp; pockets is heavy
I might get you hit; nigga don't tempt me
I step in this bitch wearing Giuseppe's
She wanna kick it; girl you too messy
My new bitch bad, boujee, and petty
I run with the sauce and I'm adding spaghetti
One eye on the fetti; I'm sipping that Remy
I'd kill all these niggas, but mama won't let me
Uh yeah
Her body imported
Ice on the gang, we might just get deported
Hitting my line, you can tell she annoy me
I would ask for head, but she'd just disappoint me
Aim at ya brain, nigga I'm zooted
Blood on my shirt with some bits of Medulla
My right hand is honest: he a straight shooter
My left hand a killer: he just gon' do ya
Trying them angles, this ain't Bermuda
See all the cappin' you do on computers
My chain a freezer, neck got cooler
Drag on the balls lil baby, I'm boolin
Uh yeah
Peons and peasants
Battling demons and fighting depression
Time that wasted on bitches with flexing
I f*cked up some commas then f*cked up my credit
Uh yeah
Nigga I said it
Give me a chance; give me some credit
Bitch there's a burglary all in ya edges
You 4/20 friendly with 7/11
Brown, Brown

I'm an ignorant, long dick, skinny mothaf*cka
She asking for titles; I gotta dub her
My new bitch a fed: under covers
These niggas wylin', I'm above it
These bitches childish: Donald Glover
Money keep piling, on my mother
She broke my heart, I'll find another

Step out your body you finna get bodied
There ain't no chance I won't catch a homi
You want no problems
I keep dread-headed niggas in the lobby
So who gonna stop me?
These bitches is plastic for paper: you copy
Titties were perky but she off the molly
Nigerian arrogance, nigga I'm cocky
Locked up my wrist, so my wrist looking Rocky
She leaving makeup all up on my t-shirt
In a 2 seater, my shawty got shotty
You spilling D'usse all up on my sneakers
Careful my nigga, bitch don't tell me sorry
If you a pretty boy, we playing Carti
If you a city girl, we playing Cardi
She hit my line and she asking for
Wait
She hit your line just to ask for the party

I'm an ignorant, long dick, skinny mothaf*cka
She asking for titles; I gotta dub her
My new bitch a fed: under covers
These niggas wylin', I'm above it
These bitches childish: Donald Glover
Money keep piling, on my mother
She broke my heart, I'll find another
I'm an ignorant, long dick, skinny mothaf*cka
She asking for titles; I gotta dub her
My new bitch a fed: under covers
These niggas wylin', I'm above it
These bitches childish: Donald Glover
Money keep piling, on my mother
She broke my heart, I'll find another

Uh Yeah
Shout out that
Shout out that real good