[Producer Tag]
Huey V. goes mental
[Verse 1: Dom Cioci]
Yeah, hop up in the function
Huey on production
He don't trust ya, I don't trust ya
No time for discussion
Hunnid, hunnid, imma stuff it in a duffle
Off a couple upper upper, got me feeling upper echelon
Look at my-, look at my physique
I'm moving different baby
When I see you in the streets, you acting different baby
Is it 'cus you like the way I'm living'?
All my bitches pretty, pretty
If it isn't, tell me tell me I-
I could be the one to knock you right out your position
If you try and roll up on me, all my homies get to clippin'
Open up the door, it smell like bitch in here
[Chorus: Dom Cioci]
Knife in my balenci', imma switch it to a different pair
Knife in my balenci', what's it like in New York City
Pretty-pretty in my white tee, I can feel the fuckin tension
In my white tee, I be lookin' like I'm Chip N Dale
Hey Delilah, all I'm missing is your picture, damn
[Verse 2: Dom Cioci]
Hop up in the function
Huey on production
He don't trust ya, I don't trust ya
No time for discussion
Hunnid, hunnid, imma stuff it in a duffle
Off a couple upper upper, got me feeling upper echelon
Look at my-, look at my physique
I'm moving different baby
When I see you in the streets, you acting different baby
Is it 'cus you like the way I'm livin'?
All my bitches pretty, pretty
If it isn't, tell me tell me I-
I could be the one to knock you right out your position
If you try and roll up on me, all my homies get to clippin'
Open up the door, it smell like bitch in here
[Chrous: Dom Cioci]
Knife in my balenci', imma switch it to a different pair
Knife in my balenci', what's it like in New York City
Pretty-pretty in my white tee, I can feel the fuckin tension
In my white tee, I be lookin' like I'm Chip N Dale
Hey Delilah, all I'm missing is your picture, damn
Huey V. goes mental
[Verse 1: Dom Cioci]
Yeah, hop up in the function
Huey on production
He don't trust ya, I don't trust ya
No time for discussion
Hunnid, hunnid, imma stuff it in a duffle
Off a couple upper upper, got me feeling upper echelon
Look at my-, look at my physique
I'm moving different baby
When I see you in the streets, you acting different baby
Is it 'cus you like the way I'm living'?
All my bitches pretty, pretty
If it isn't, tell me tell me I-
I could be the one to knock you right out your position
If you try and roll up on me, all my homies get to clippin'
Open up the door, it smell like bitch in here
[Chorus: Dom Cioci]
Knife in my balenci', imma switch it to a different pair
Knife in my balenci', what's it like in New York City
Pretty-pretty in my white tee, I can feel the fuckin tension
In my white tee, I be lookin' like I'm Chip N Dale
Hey Delilah, all I'm missing is your picture, damn
[Verse 2: Dom Cioci]
Hop up in the function
Huey on production
He don't trust ya, I don't trust ya
No time for discussion
Hunnid, hunnid, imma stuff it in a duffle
Off a couple upper upper, got me feeling upper echelon
Look at my-, look at my physique
I'm moving different baby
When I see you in the streets, you acting different baby
Is it 'cus you like the way I'm livin'?
All my bitches pretty, pretty
If it isn't, tell me tell me I-
I could be the one to knock you right out your position
If you try and roll up on me, all my homies get to clippin'
Open up the door, it smell like bitch in here
[Chrous: Dom Cioci]
Knife in my balenci', imma switch it to a different pair
Knife in my balenci', what's it like in New York City
Pretty-pretty in my white tee, I can feel the fuckin tension
In my white tee, I be lookin' like I'm Chip N Dale
Hey Delilah, all I'm missing is your picture, damn
( Dom Cioci )
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