E.D.P. - You Better Ask Somebody

I never had to gangbang, I kept my glock above my dick just to let my nuts hang
Would you do the same thang
Niggas cap talking bout they want the money fuck the fame
Knowing damn well its about the fame
You need it to stay ahead of the game
Im a tough ass nigga I wouldn't be tamed
This shit won't change, It May never change
You mind is well be a CB4 niggro
So many Ricos chasing you
They all got corn-rolls and fuckin you
Better hope they don't cum for you
The law doing too much
This shit aint cool
If you a real g and you not a fool
Why the fuck you drop out of skool?
You could've been a genius now you a tool
Acting real dumb
You break the rule
If you was in skool
You would still be cool
Now you a jackass
Just like a mule
You a Deadman
At a funeral
They tapping yo phone
When you home alone
Mind is well use another telephone
To them that could be anyone on the phone
They Recording cho secrets
Don't go home
Book a flight
Go to rome
Bro fuckin yo bitch at his home
I would've been left that bitch all alone
Especially if I get a chance to bone
I bet that bitch would blow up my phone
The jokes on her cause I aint even home
That bitch better watch her tone
Im about my cash so fuck that bitch
She can't ride with me if she ain't on shit
She bungee jumpin
Hoping on my dick
If She can't take dick
Stick to the tip
I get behind her so I can get a nice grip
My dick aint small
Its bigger than shrimp
Keep talking that shit
Imma bust yo lip
Better Watch your tone
Or i might just flip
Imma hit her hard
Just like im a pimp
I been tough
I never been a whimp
YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU GOT ME CONFUSED WITH...
I AINT THE ONE...
YOU BETTER ASK SOMEBODY

Written by:
Eric Palmer

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