Artist: Sy Ari Da Kid f/ The Crew Album: CREAM (S) Song: CREAM Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Sy Ari Da Kid] Gotta know I ain't nothing like other niqqas See I baked and grill like other niqqas you dig Like dirt with a shovel in it I'm under ground like a tunnel with tunnel vison I got all my stats in double digits your girl on my phone right now she fucking with it She wetter then a ditch with a puddle in it chew a niqqa cause I got flavors I'm bubblicious Pause but to all my Bros I love you niqqas where I'm from it ain't what you did But what you didn't She I would lay back with something chillin but I got bills like I'm down with druggin' women How you niqqas druggin' women for a hobby bro might still watch The Cosby Show If the networks playing but no love for bill Cosby thou so tired of you butt shot body hoes Meat hanging out the buns like a sloppy joe but will I still hit probably so my whole posse know Saying "free the queen Wiley yo" in the flow so hockey cold I rock tims but I'm not Deebo The block hot like hibachi stoves what I was told like when I got repoed See I would push rocks like a rocky robe but the cops giving out time like the watch resold cream [Outro: The Crew] Cash rule everything around me cream get the money dollar dollar bill ya'll This was my favorite shit growing up ya'll don't even know I'm doing this shit man Fat and ess in back paws bullshitin' ess sleep like a fucking grizzly bear him and thristy Sleep on they side ion know why its a big niqqa thing probably My niqqa faps what's all in sporting goods not athletic thou just in sporting goods look for a Fucking heating pad "my back, my back" shut up niqqa pussies ass niqqas man