Imma beast from the east
40 cal in my fleece
Where I'm from life is cheap
Nigga dead every week
I was hustling for paper
Odd job and capers
My last chick caught the vapors
Too slow couldn't wait for her
They say that wrong
They say imma dirty nigga
But I'm in my thirties nigga too old to be flirting witcha
My fingers is itchin I gota daughter too feed
Who goin harder than me this 500 degrees
When I spit it's straight fire all I leave is debri
Money ain't a thang jermain dupri
I flame the beat
The best I aim to be
The best I aim to please
QueDamane a genius
I won't stop till the clock stop tickin
Or yo pops stop trickin you know how y'all get bout women
So many fish in the sea im swimming
I ain't thinking bout a L I'm winnin
I ain't sad im grinning
It take 16 zips to make a poundcake
My brother drop the work he make the ground shake
My partner say he need 8 round 8
And that's just how we kick it round my way
It take 16 zips to make a poundcake
My brother drop the work he make the ground shake
My partner say he need 8 round 8
And that's just how we kick it round my way
You say that you don't f*ck with me well I don't f*ck with you either
I'm with a pretty brown sipin brown hen by the liter
QueDamane threw ya speakers
Let it bang out ya tweakers
Talk a lame out his sneakers
You and yo gang on the bleachers
Giving game like a teacher
Reach yo soul like a preacher
Let em know how to treat cha
We expose all these creatures
We dispose all the leeches
Defeat the niggas competin
Niggas ducks anyway
Lame as f*ck anyway
Niggas crazy they mad think they can use me but can't
Bitch thinking she bad act like her doo doo don't stink
And you ain't getting a pass cuz I refuse to be fake
Niggas wasn't around when we was hopin them gates
The reaper sealin his fate got the steal to his tate
Let it blow threw his face
No gun No case
I don't run nor chase I lied only for cake
So if it ain't about the money lil nigga I can't
I went from shit to steak
Different whips with flava
Wavin hey to my neighbors
They like my thug behavior
They say that money will change ya
Have you thinkin u different
How you got it out the mud when everything you got given these trippin
It take 16 zips to make a poundcake
My brother drop the work he make the ground shake
My partner say he need 8 round 8
And that's just how we kick it round my way
It take 16 zips to make a poundcake
My brother drop the work he make the ground shake
My partner say he need 8 round 8
And that's just how we kick it round my way
QueDaMane - 16 Lyrics
QueDaMane - 16 Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Imma beast from the east
40 cal in my fleece
Where I'm from life is cheap
Nigga dead every week
I was hustling for paper
Odd job and capers
My last chick caught the vapors
Too slow couldn't wait for her
They say that wrong
They say imma dirty nigga
But I'm in my thirties nigga too old to be flirting witcha
My fingers is itchin I gota daughter too feed
Who goin harder than me this 500 degrees
When I spit it's straight fire all I leave is debri
Money ain't a thang jermain dupri
I flame the beat
The best I aim to be
The best I aim to please
QueDamane a genius
I won't stop till the clock stop tickin
Or yo pops stop trickin you know how y'all get bout women
So many fish in the sea im swimming
I ain't thinking bout a L I'm winnin
I ain't sad im grinning
It take 16 zips to make a poundcake
My brother drop the work he make the ground shake
My partner say he need 8 round 8
And that's just how we kick it round my way
It take 16 zips to make a poundcake
My brother drop the work he make the ground shake
My partner say he need 8 round 8
And that's just how we kick it round my way
You say that you don't f*ck with me well I don't f*ck with you either
I'm with a pretty brown sipin brown hen by the liter
QueDamane threw ya speakers
Let it bang out ya tweakers
Talk a lame out his sneakers
You and yo gang on the bleachers
Giving game like a teacher
Reach yo soul like a preacher
Let em know how to treat cha
We expose all these creatures
We dispose all the leeches
Defeat the niggas competin
Niggas ducks anyway
Lame as f*ck anyway
Niggas crazy they mad think they can use me but can't
Bitch thinking she bad act like her doo doo don't stink
And you ain't getting a pass cuz I refuse to be fake
Niggas wasn't around when we was hopin them gates
The reaper sealin his fate got the steal to his tate
Let it blow threw his face
No gun No case
I don't run nor chase I lied only for cake
So if it ain't about the money lil nigga I can't
I went from shit to steak
Different whips with flava
Wavin hey to my neighbors
They like my thug behavior
They say that money will change ya
Have you thinkin u different
How you got it out the mud when everything you got given these trippin
It take 16 zips to make a poundcake
My brother drop the work he make the ground shake
My partner say he need 8 round 8
And that's just how we kick it round my way
It take 16 zips to make a poundcake
My brother drop the work he make the ground shake
My partner say he need 8 round 8
And that's just how we kick it round my way
40 cal in my fleece
Where I'm from life is cheap
Nigga dead every week
I was hustling for paper
Odd job and capers
My last chick caught the vapors
Too slow couldn't wait for her
They say that wrong
They say imma dirty nigga
But I'm in my thirties nigga too old to be flirting witcha
My fingers is itchin I gota daughter too feed
Who goin harder than me this 500 degrees
When I spit it's straight fire all I leave is debri
Money ain't a thang jermain dupri
I flame the beat
The best I aim to be
The best I aim to please
QueDamane a genius
I won't stop till the clock stop tickin
Or yo pops stop trickin you know how y'all get bout women
So many fish in the sea im swimming
I ain't thinking bout a L I'm winnin
I ain't sad im grinning
It take 16 zips to make a poundcake
My brother drop the work he make the ground shake
My partner say he need 8 round 8
And that's just how we kick it round my way
It take 16 zips to make a poundcake
My brother drop the work he make the ground shake
My partner say he need 8 round 8
And that's just how we kick it round my way
You say that you don't f*ck with me well I don't f*ck with you either
I'm with a pretty brown sipin brown hen by the liter
QueDamane threw ya speakers
Let it bang out ya tweakers
Talk a lame out his sneakers
You and yo gang on the bleachers
Giving game like a teacher
Reach yo soul like a preacher
Let em know how to treat cha
We expose all these creatures
We dispose all the leeches
Defeat the niggas competin
Niggas ducks anyway
Lame as f*ck anyway
Niggas crazy they mad think they can use me but can't
Bitch thinking she bad act like her doo doo don't stink
And you ain't getting a pass cuz I refuse to be fake
Niggas wasn't around when we was hopin them gates
The reaper sealin his fate got the steal to his tate
Let it blow threw his face
No gun No case
I don't run nor chase I lied only for cake
So if it ain't about the money lil nigga I can't
I went from shit to steak
Different whips with flava
Wavin hey to my neighbors
They like my thug behavior
They say that money will change ya
Have you thinkin u different
How you got it out the mud when everything you got given these trippin
It take 16 zips to make a poundcake
My brother drop the work he make the ground shake
My partner say he need 8 round 8
And that's just how we kick it round my way
It take 16 zips to make a poundcake
My brother drop the work he make the ground shake
My partner say he need 8 round 8
And that's just how we kick it round my way
Writer: Terence Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid