Cdis [Prod. By Sonny Digital]

[Intro]Rise to your feet And pay homage to the rulers Tiffany Foxx (Sonny Digital) King Foxx that is Y'all mother****ers waiting

[Hook] You Cdis These mother****ers tough, these mother****ers broke You Cdis These mother****ers talk more than hoes You Cdis You Cdis,you Cdis You Cdis,you Cdis You Cdis,you Cdis This foreign thang is what he drove You Cdis I hit Versace and boxed out You Cdis You Cdis,you Cdis You Cdis,you Cdis You Cdis,you Cdis

[Verse] You Cdis, you Cdis Come Cdis This bald man, now D this mother****er Conceited mother****er You all lame, wanna beat this mother****er? 'Cause we did switch Go eat a mother****er Just bought the mother****er, no peanut, mother****er I'm captain,hoe,I laugh at hoes While I'm laughing, hoe You lacking,hoe, 'cause your act is low Must be slacking, hoe Mother****ers ain't getting no cream Must be lactose Like a mother****er with a sad squad team Yeah, we pack, hoe Pap smear, mother****ers getting checked I ain't talking about a doctor that good Talk about stones while you're on your way home And I'm on my way to Rome, I'm back Back-ler And I'm back out get’em hoes and don't mac out With that MAC out Leave red on your lips like Ruby Woo, no mack out You Cdis no mack out You MAC broke

[Hook]You Cdis You next up morning hoes You Cdis, you Cdis You Cdis, you Cdis You Cdis, you Cdis You Cdis, you Cdis This foreign thang is what he drove You Cdis I hit Versace and boxed out You Cdis, you Cdis You Cdis, you Cdis You Cdis, you Cdis...

[Verse]Counting the money he dropped off In my new drop with my top off End up pissing foxx off And I'ma end up knocking your top off Never be rocking no knock off no wanna we to passing they outlaws what what they go back they outlows Conceited mother****er, I ball You say you to *************t tell versace bring the chef In the kitchen cooking yams No thanksgiving on the shelf See them *************s you help Them *************s wanna leave When the time got down, ************* kill yourself Them big boy pants Where the ************* your belts Don't give a **** what them hoes say, bitches lend the friends on name no name no names 'Cause this shit got fame All this house and chains and I wanna bought blank I can see your fangs Never can feel no pain Got no brains, call her Kurt Cobain Chop her up like who say And the bitches go bang Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!dudududu~~ You Cdis These mother****ers tough, these mother****ers broke You Cdis These mother****ers talk more than hoes You Cdis You Cdis, you Cdis You Cdis, you Cdis You Cdis, you Cdis This foreign thang is what he drove You Cdis I hit Versace and boxed out You Cdis You Cdis,you Cdis You Cdis,you Cdis You Cdis,you Cdis

[Hook]Haven't seen this You're lying, I know you haven't seen it You broke niggas can't believe it So, I know you haven't seen it