Dee C - Will Ya lyrics

A b**h won't get sh** from me But some dick from me I used to be broke, that sh** wasn't meant for me These n***as b**h to me Someone get ‘em Tiffany Catch him with his head down, unsolved mystery Scratch him off, kick [?] Got my shoes from Italy When I was in Italy My woes from the 6 with me Canada, they feeling me I was at the mosque like a boss with my friends with me Farrakhan sent for me They did that drill sh** for me Remember sh** that come for me Boss sh**, they under me Boss sh** like [?] G They bosses, I disagree I told you they was b**h to me I heard he helped the police Sound like a snitch to me Don't let his a** snitch on me Get away from me Tellin' ain't ok with me Coolin' with your babe with me She brought her friend, they some freaks Double teamin' me But I don't trust these b**hes f**in' with that thing on me Am a god, preacher preach I'm the king homie My theme song “Lean On Me” Xans, lean on me You can catch some Z's for free Shawty tryna freak on me She'll squirt or skeet on me She don't smoke the weed on me Pop a pill and roll with me [?], this ride ain't cheap My black bottles Don P My snapback Don C My new MAC don't speak Gangbang in silence A lot of quiet violence A gorilla congo k**ing is a talent Hustle by nature God had haters God made Jesus I made labels I burn [?] a n***a, inhaler Buckshots, D.O.A ya At night boy, day in and day ya k** yourself boy, do us a favor My life a movie and Chicago is my trailer Get on my back, send me a body for a favor f** the police, got none' for ya, call my lawyer f** the police, got none' for ya, call my lawyer f** the police, got none' for ya, call my lawyer f** the police, got none' for ya, call my lawyer