20 Pounds lyrics

by

Baby Smoove


[Joe Pesci as Tommy DeVito]
Whats really funny is I'm on this bank job all the way in Secaucus. I'm in the middle of the f*ckin' weeds laying down. He comes over and says, what are you doing here? I say I'm resting. Here your resting!? How come not at a beach or a bar? I say, I'm resting. I know I'm resting, I'm resting. He pulls me in...starts asking me all kinds of questions, you know this and that. He says, Oh uh what are you gonna tell us tough guy? My usual, zero, nothing! What am I gonna tell you you f*ck. He says, no your going to tell me something today tough guy. I say, all right I'll tell you something...go f*ck your mother! HaHaHaHaHa Bing!

Just went up on my price I need 5 for a show
n*gga this exotic I need ten for a bowl
When apple dropped them iPhone 10s and put me on
Order them X's might wake up tomorrow and get a necklace
n*ggas f*ck wit me cuz I'm really from the trenches
Ooh sh*t I'm really in the trenches
n*gga thats the drank got me slobbin' and forgettin'
She suck me off the percs got her slobbin' and spittin'
Why in the f*ck do my palms keep itchin'
I be in the mall I be big boy spendin'
You can't even shop you got lil boy chicken
n*ggas sauce burnt out now they back penny pinchin'
I'm in cali right now wit some moonrock in me
You broke as hell n*gga prolly need the whole fifty
Boy your run over you gon' rap til you fifty
You the type of n*gga that would tuck a couple giffies(?)
Got like 2 rat hoes and 4 rich b*tches
n*gga this a k you ain't living for no stitches
Everybody know that you be lyin' but the b*tches
It's always the bums who in everybody business
How the f*ck you in the streets and on the stand you a witness
I'm scared of the streets n*ggas snakes mo' snitches
How come Patrick Automatic ain’t out here snitching
Got some dog sh*t saved I might go and get a Bentley
Crack a akorn seal and get a hoes off to hit me (?)
You know I got stick in my pants don't tempt me
These n*ggas lookin' funny I might have to show the blicky
Just showed up to saks just to spend bout a hemi
I gave habibi my choppa he gon' take it off semi
My n*gga facin' 8s he gon' need to buy a kidney
Bout to meetup wit my dog right on 6 mile and Livie
Just got down on a hemi on my line like you jiffy
This ain't no normal cream soda it just cost me 350
I want a yellow hellcat just to dog it in the city
My n*gga trippin' in the club he just tried to suck a titty
If them b*tches hit they likes they gon' have to come and get me
Tryna see my ID u must think that I'm a rookie
I'm on Melrose now wit some strong ass cookie
I step in the room and got everybody lookin'
If I told my n*ggas go and get your kid they woulda took it
Imma swing on him soon as he ain't lookin
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