Christopher Farmer - Sittin' Pretty

Riding through the city, sittin' pretty
Spinning blocks, gettin' dizzy
Grabbed her titty, pulled my dick out, shit got litty
Wear the kitty, black panther, nine lives
She a dancer, five five, but the stance was so fire
Bought a camera no lie, no lie, need a manor
Oh my, where's my manners, both times
Check got ran up, no lie
This ain't stand up either, got some reefer
They ain't never see me black out off the love
That's word to Jesus

So I'm riding through the city, sittin' pretty
Spinning blocks with the blicky, slim thickie
That's my sweet thing
Gold with a rose powdered nose, sugar free thing
We don't need ring
Gimme everything I need thing

Wouldn't go to A.A. if you made me
Coulda been a raider, I went A.B.
Bitch I'm on fire, hit the A.C.
I ain't tryna hear freeze from the D.A.
I am not the one to cross, this the A.D.
Someone need to tell you on the P.A.
How much ya' sell to make twelve go brazy?
Goin' apple even Adam want a rebate

Riding through the city, sittin' pretty
Spinning blocks, gettin' dizzy
Grabbed her titty, pulled my dick out, shit got litty
Wear the kitty, black panther, nine lives
She a dancer, five five, but the stance was so fire
Bought a camera no lie, no lie, need a manor
Oh my, where's my manners, both times
Check got ran up, no lie
This ain't stand up either, got some reefer
They ain't never see me black out off the love
That's word to Jesus

So I'm riding through the city, sittin' pretty
Spinning blocks with the blicky, slim thickie
That's my sweet thing
Gold with a rose powdered nose, sugar free thing
We don't need ring
Gimme everything I need thing

I could be a dead guy
From a city don't nobody know, I gotta rep mine
Rollin' up my next high
Burning in the house, with no Lisa to my left eye

Written by:
Christopher Farmer

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