Term Slade - New York Prime (feat. Heff)

Shorty wanna chill
Lay up, catch a vibe
I fuck with you baby
But I really don't got the time
She gon get mad
Ima get mine
I just slapped up some New York prime
I just rolled up some good wedding pie
Ya bitch hit my phone when she looking for the vibes
She know you a lame
So she hit you with them lies
I can't go for that no I got too much pride

That's a gift and a curse
Ima Put her right to work
Load the bit, get a purse
We be fuckin off them percs
She fuck with me cause she know that I got it out the dirt
And I ain't taking disrespect
Don't get them lil niggas hurt
And I mean what say
I don't even wanna play
Unless I'm on vacay with the gang Out L.A
Who is that young nigga Term Slade
I done leveled up, gave myself a raise
When it's time to celebrate
It's Dussé in the lemonade
Chains on me now
But I'm far from a slave
I'm just going hard cause the moneys what I crave
My story is crazy, I just wrote another page
In crib smoking, drinking tea, and lighting
Sage
If I don't feel the energy
I stay the fuck away
I be tryna chill, make my lil plays
Might do a lil dirt but I stay up out the way

Shorty wanna chill
Lay up, catch a vibe
I fuck with you baby
But I really don't got the time
She gon get mad
Ima get mine
I just slapped up some New York prime
I just rolled up some good wedding pie
Ya bitch hit my phone when she looking for the vibes
She know you a lame
So she hit you with them lies
I can't go for that no I got too much pride

She say she Gotta work today and Saturday
Let me hit it 1st, don't care who after me
We can do it off a perc perc
Yea I fuck you good
I make you squirt, squirt, squirt
I can show you something different if you listen
So much on my mind and my mind is on million
I'm focused on my grind can't get caught up with these bitches
I don't got the time I spend my time counting digits
We got it out the mud we from the trenches
Hate when niggas talkin from the benches
And you can get shot over a mention
And I got them racks not to mention
Everything I rap I really live, it's no pretending
I can do the Beamer or the Benz and get expensive
If I do the Porsche in the trunk is where the engine
I can put you on the work but you really gotta flip the shit

Written by:
Rayshaun Slade

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