Chris Valentine - Watch Me (feat. A.I)

Ya son I been watching son
For mad long son
This nigga look like he getting it
He getting chicken
I'm getting tight I'm Hating
I wanna line this nigga
We gotta book this nigga for-real
Keep thinking you gon catch a come up
I send the bullies tryna get a name to go and run up
They don't know how to tie a tie but they can pick a gun up
We came outside to socialize please don't fuck the fun up
Tell me who you ryding for all I know is riding foreigns
Bitches lining up I'm Surprised that
I still got endurance
So I'm ryding low
Like a nigga tryna duck a warrant
Ballen with the bad boys
We the pistons and im Martin lawerence
Hating on the golden child
Eddie Murphy niggas clowns
Wish they could trade places
But valentine is the smartest round
Yo chick on my balls
She make sure that they get
Powdered down and I don't eat fish
You won't catch me clam chowing down
When vally on the spot with his team
And he tryna cool
You don't wanna play no games with
The wolves on a full moon
They think the kid is spoiled
And born with a silver spoon
So when I sling this pudding
All in your face it's a mood
Throat baby she go deep low
Thousand dollars for the pea-coat
Ten bands for the time tho
Ten more for the diamonds
Where the time go
And all they do is watch me
I get the steak they still
Ordering the chop cheese
And all they do is watch me
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They try to catch me at the corner store
Vally how you doing
We see how you do ya thang now
And we love the movement
Never said a word before
I was cruising and grooving
And they wonder why I shit
This pamper I'm filling booming
Coming from the city where
They ain't showing no love
But still I send it back
And do what a nigga does
Cause I knew exactly how
Most of these niggas was
But still I never trip
Like a nigga having no luggage
And we don't need no clout
We getting money like fuck it
Mat Black bent peanut butter
The bucket buddy fall back
And keep the peace in the public
And we'll keep getting chicken
Continue to peel the cutlet
Keep thinking you gon catch a come up
I send the bullies tryna get a name to go and run up
They don't know how to tie a tie but they can pick a gun up
We came outside to socialize please don't fuck the fun up
Throat baby she go deep low
Thousand dollars for the pea-coat
Ten bands for the time tho
Ten more for the diamonds
Where the time go
And all they do is watch me
I get the steak they still
Ordering the chop cheese
And all they do is watch me
Well connected ip
Verified I G

Written by:
Christopher Valentine

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