Dwight Howard lyrics
by BabyTron
[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Bro on the block with the white, so he ball like Howard
Skinny jeans on, do my dance, feel like Austin Powers
[?] saw my T-shirt, and thought that I was [?]
Know I'm high as hell, if you can't tell, b*tch, I'm off the [?]
Fendy monster, yeah the T got eyes everywhere
Play with me, shoot him in his limbs, till there no air in there
[?] pushed damn near every pare
I ain't hiding, you can catch me damn near everywhere
[?] plugged in like USB
I think he mad at me cause she choosing me
Foreign punches, made a killing off of 2 of these
I'm talking 2 a piece, hit Sacks for the newest sneeks
[Verse 2 ?]
This sh*t getting dramatic, b*tches waving when we pass by
I'm a player, cross my heart and die, I ain't about the lie
Everr since a younging, been a hundred, just that type of guy
Baby blew me like the windy city, she was acting shy
[?] sleeping on the mattress, gotta stay active
A lotta n*ggas clame they want a bag, but we just [?]
I ain't tricking on you silly rabbits, I'm a true classic
Ain't no [?] creating bad habbits
This is why we ball in such a fashion
Bunch of [?] rappers, try to convince the world is mine and I gotta have it
Everything a n*gga do is [?]
Put the plan together, we done did it, I'm the [?]
[Verse 3 ?]
She just sucked the soul up out a n*gga, man this b*tch [?]
[?] lil b*tch sloppy [?] suck it up [?]
She wanna make some money [?]
She ain't used to this, now I got her trapping, making money
I'm quick to put a b*tch up on [?] she on her way now
I'm quick to let a n*gga catch a round, come get a [?]
I keep my n*gga [?] with me, I'm who they spray [?]
I heard a n*gga talking 'bout [?] watch how this [?]
He say he live that thug life like he Pac, gon' get popped
[?] slide down n*gga's block [?]
[?] pressed us
[?] put a n*gga on a stretcher, and get him boxed up
[Verse 4 ?]
[?] damn I love that feeling
[?]
I don't need no n*ggas, coming [?] n*gga
And I hit your b*tch like [?] I don't remember
These hoes ain't loyal, Chris Breezy tought you that
[?] grab the pole, [?] tought me that
Ain't f*cking with [?] tought me that
[?] them pieces tought you that
n*ggas rap, better take care of they kids
[?]
Talking cash, but I know what paper is
[?] but ain't making more than Lift