William Prize - Cliffdrift

On that dale, I post up
I got dope, get coked up
Bro all talk, ain't so tough
Seen my foes they froze up
I keep drip, fit soaked up
Bitch too thick, get chose up
Hit then dip that's cold cut
Flic my bic then post up
Post up, post up
Just like the gram, I post up
Don't give give a damn, I post up
I'm wit my klan, I post up
I look like the man, I post up

I do not chill the average
Jacket the fabric extravagant
See her I don't to much in public
Keep it discrete and yo woman love it
I got more heat then couple ovens
I get hung like a couple cubbards
With only a call to couple cousin
They'll pick you off like a couple buzzards

Hmmm

Mango and onion
On top my steak
Bitch you see the name
Bitch you see the brand
Can't be in space cause we don't relate
Cant be interlaced

You in the way, yeen squad I got nothing to say
You in her face, your beggin and pleading, I steadily be at her place

They diggin the ambiance, shinning uhh
If you wanna romp wit us, line it up
Niggas be mad aint my pro-ba-lem
All this vagina, can't find a fuck

I'm tryna climb my comma's up
I can not rhyme with these commoners
Get no hoes they palmala
I got rows of those call'em up

Hate me?
Sue me?
Fool me once, bro can't time two me

Yo hoe choosey
Fold on you, just to pull my loose leaf

She serious with you when wit me she goofy
We live a movie, screw wit my crew
And We shootin like new scenes

On that dale, I post up
I got dope, get coked up
Bro all talk, ain't so tough
Seen my foes they froze up
I keep drip, fit soaked up
Bitch too thick, get chose up
Hit then dip that's cold cut
Flic my bic then post up
Post up, post up
Just like the gram, I post up
Don't give give a damn, I post up
I'm wit my klan, I post up
I look like the man, I post up

Written by:
Willie Jorden

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