笨小笨Two Hundred and Fifty (Explicit)歌词由Chayne Spitta演唱，出自专辑《Home Base EP (Explicit)》，下面是《Two Hundred and Fifty (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Two Hundred and Fifty (Explicit)歌词完整版
verse 1
Ima get it motion,
Everytime i move,
Im moving it forward, yea,
You niggas pressin rewind,
Im pressing record, yea,
Once i get this bitch moving,
Yes like pushing a ford, yea,
I grew up in hood,
Dopeboys on the corner,
Im back now im good, yea,
We came up out the trenches,
Got roaches on dishes,
Why mama in the bathroom, yea,
Its a scary, scary site,
Now im on the straight path,
And lead a different life,
An this wont shit wont easy,
Felt like i took a life,
But i did what i did,
I had to get it,
Cant another grown ass man tell me shit,
Had to lose alot them losses, to win it,
When they see me back in the hood,
They think im back here for good,
Im like na, im just here to visit,
A nigga he'll didnt do it,
He in prison,
Tryna call his babymomma,
To come visit,
Wassup wit the child support,
Im just a nigga,
Everytime time he,
Pick up the phone,
To try to call home,
His babymomma gettin hit,
She called tyrone,
He gettin lit,
Problems of another motherfucker,
I aint got time, to worry bout any other, na
im just trying to get rich,
And im trying to make that shit quick,
So dont get in my way,
Make you go away,
Like a eraser is to a pencil,
Pop a couple shells,
In ya mental,
dont call the toothfairy,
For that dental,
I can you one with god,
central,
Leave pussy decapitated,
Im so outta patience,
All this bullshit,
Man im tired taking it,
If you in my circle,
We working, not animated,
Never fake, we approach out haters,
Wit da semis, told em they semis later,
Im just keeping my word,
Then we fly birds,
Stack bread, then splurge, yea
HookX2
Two hundred and fifty,
I think i can count up some more, yea,
These bitches they love me,
love my voice, how i can flow, yea,
on my way up to, bigtime,
Not worried bout you non rapping hoes, yea,
Always handle my business,
When it come business,
Money over hoes, yea.
VERSE 2
Put the pipe to the metal,
Heat to the kettle,
Keep together, the ghetto,
New era ahead of the schedule,
Ball like carmello
An hello to you yellow,
Yea, i wont fuckin around,
And down and outta bounce,
see my mission, On my itinerary, yea im incendiary,
Burning niggas up and dying in they penitentiary, wondering who they loving,
And who they not gone be cuffing,
Listen here bitch on my pimp shit,
You aint fuckin a limp dick,
Ima real nigga,
Ima always get to the money,
I aint on no sugar daddy shit,
But these bitches, always talkin the same thing, jewlery, money and diamonds,
Until the time that they fade away,
Had to break away, layaway,
Hide and lay away, Will i wake up,
Or will i be in white chalk,
Just outtraced,
I dont want to be another nobody body on the corner,
Ima be something important,
Check niggas, get in order,
Alot these niggas thirsty,
They need water,
I aint giving no bitches the time a day,
She gone sit there and waste away,
Looking in mirror really thinking she a dime,
You think you the shit, huh,
If you wanna fuck wit me bitch,
You gotta be a quarter, yea.
