84 Biarritz lyrics

[Intro: Husalah]
Yeah
One a-motherf*ckin'-gain
It's the motherf*ckin' Mob, b*tch, uh, yo

[Chorus: Husalah]
'84 Biarritz and I need more b*tches
I'ma trust a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
b*tch
An '84 Biarritz and I need more b*tches
Pull up on the b*tch and I yoke, still dippin'
Choose a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
b*tch, uh

[Verse 1: ALLBLACK]
This that demon semen, that sixteen, these hoes pick first
Oklahoma drills when I'm trappin', that's how a n*gga work
Nails dirty, neck saucy, my armpits stink
Been at the Motel 6 trappin' all motherf*ckin' week
I'm ALLBLACK from the Dubs, I'm a dog on these beats
Meet me at Sallys if you want to choose up on a P
Close your mouth, donate your eyes when Short Dawg speak
Thirty toes, and they all painted in them Mike Vick cleats
'84 Aldo all white, that's bust down G
'05 Ravens, dumb ass flagrant, that stump down beast
And I got gangsters with bull rings who don't play about me
Hop out that old school, that two-tone Glock on me
Thank you, it's BLACK
[Chorus: Husalah]
'84 Biarritz and I need more b*tches
I'ma trust a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
b*tch
An '84 Biarritz like I need more b*tches
I'ma trust a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
b*tch
An '84 Biarritz and I need more b*tches
Pull up on the b*tch and I yoke, still dippin'
Choose a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
b*tch, uh

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
Ooh, yeah, it's hey, baby
Jump ball, kickoff, time to play, baby
'84 Biarritz, hella chicks, hella chips
Bustin' tricks, givin' chips to a pimp, make me rich
I was born to mack like Todd
Mama was a hustler hustler in the Mob
I'm a son of a pimp, daddy squatted in Sevilles
And knock a bad b*tch and put her on the track in heels
Yeah, I'm shockin' like an eel, and I'm stackin' up the scrill'
Eat a pill, take a chill
Knocked a thick Richmond b*tch, her daddy from Easter Hill
For real, tell me how it feel
My rich white b*tch already got me in her will (Hey, baby)
[Chorus: Husalah]
'84 Biarritz and I need more b*tches
I'ma trust a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
b*tch
An '84 Biarritz and I need more b*tches
Pull up on the b*tch and I yoke, still dippin'
Choose a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
b*tch, uh

[Verse 3: Too $hort]
I got the money from the hoes, the fame from the foes
Got an old school droptop Caddy on fours
I got a big old chain and I'm lookin' like the 80's
16 years old with a brand new Mercedes
You sellin' dope, put the coke in the baggie
Climp n*ggas put the hoes in the Caddy
I come back in a big ass truck
With a bad b*tch that wanna get f*cked
If she ain't makin' enough I kick her out at the intersection (b*tch)
Me and Floyd Mayweather, we got b*tch collections (We got b*tches)
Your ho see me comin', she gon' switch directions (Choose up)
And if you talk too much, you gon' miss the lesson, n*gga

[Chorus: Husalah]
'84 Biarritz and I need more b*tches
I'ma trust a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
b*tch
An '84 Biarritz and I need more b*tches
Pull up on the b*tch and I yoke, still dippin'
Choose a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
b*tch, uh
[Verse 4: Husalah]
Once a-motherf*ckin'-gain, young Hus, b*tch, yup, yup, yup
I'm in the purse, see my pet, I'm a man's threat
Real Mob n*gga, keep it solid, I'm a damn vet
Been gettin' money, knockin' b*tches since the sandpit
I don't play about my bread, and all that sucker sh*t is scandalous
Hatin' on my bread is how you get your head handled
FN-57, motor revvin', leave his cap flattened
Bending blocks in the Mob drop, b*tch, I'm a mack and they can't stand it
This police sh*t, I run the strip, on any b*tch that's on this planet
You tryna be tough, I'm tryna be rich, and none of my b*tches is romantic
If I whip out with this stick out, I bet that b*tch out sneak a panic
But I'd rather knock b*tches in an '84, Mob is my family

[Chorus: Husalah]
'84 Biarritz and I need more b*tches
Pull up on the b*tch and I yoke, still dippin'
Choose a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
b*tch, uh