Yeah I'm HeneC
Sumbody up and told em
Gimme ten young broads
Yeah i'll fuckin mold em
I'm for the night time
Flash lights
She got the right mind
I get her ass right
Taylor made
Suited
Friday night
Zooted
Check came
Looted
party got all girls
No balls Neutered
When I land on
Wit my vans on
fans wanna Jones
Camron
I put my mans on
Victory
She got my liquid in her mouth
Listerine
U the toilet there
U ain't shit to me
Do my country flow
On these city streets
U a guess Jean
I'm a mystery
Money in the air
Throw em at her cheeks
She put her Hans so low
Billy dee
She wanna dance no mo
feelin me
Olive Oil
Charlie sheen
pop an e tab
mr bean

Now she want a photo
U already know tho
smell like polo
And my kick game bolo
We bout it eryday eryday eryday
Like we sitting on the bench
Man we don't really play
Eryday eryday fuck what anybody say
Tryta see him with this money in your face
Real nigga wassup

Money trust
Little bit a luck
And a whole lot of lust
motto
Go full throttle
fighting in the club
Bitch crack a bottle
Roll around with white girls
Call me cracker barrel
Luv good neck
Plus her ass narrow
I be spittin antics
Frantic
Got high never landed
Prudent
Surfer boy how I do'ed it
She got have D's
An average student
Stipend
Ignite pens
different worlds
Whitley
Likens
she don't like men's
We night friends
wen the night ends
We skyping
So little time
Got a lot to say
Closet full of shoes
Call me dr jays
Maybe Justin T
Or Justin B
I'm Justin time
Or it's just in me
Rap I gotta do it
Moneys luxury
Yeah doubt the bars
But don't fuck wit me

Now she want a photo
U already know tho
smell like polo
And my kick game bolo
We bout it eryday eryday eryday
Like we sitting on the bench
Man we don't really play
Eryday eryday fuck what anybody say
Tryta see him with this money in your face
Real nigga wassup

I tell these hoes
whatchu want do
how you want do it
cut the bull shit
let's get to it
I'm a busy man
You a bad chick
we could get it in
cash or plastic
uhh yeah
now you know what's up
Harlem River Yacht club
real nigga what
back it up make it clap like a gun shot
call shawty Sarah Palin dumb hot
you outta time with them rhymes you wrote
nigga you need plan b like the condom broke
among the lines I quote
some of the finest spoke
got the lips of a spitta with a stylish flow
and I
kicks the wickedest
style in particular
wild out when niggas
st August to st Nicholas
so cold I'm the figidest
much more than a lyricist
gutta flow
cut a hoe
give a fuck
whatchu know
still tryta pay my fuckin bills like buffalo
oh my God Ohene
look at this cash
Blest1

Now she want a photo
U already know tho
smell like polo
And my kick game bolo
We bout it eryday eryday eryday
Like we sitting on the bench
Man we don't really play
Eryday eryday fuck what anybody say
Tryta see him with this money in your face
Real nigga wassup