Cece Hustle - Numba 5 Lyrics

Yo Bitch 5,5
On 35 with the 5, 9s
Sippin fine wine
Or da Don Juan
Get yo slob on
Get yo pops gone
Yellin Cece what's wrong
NIgga it's a lot wrong
Nigga it's a lot wrong
Still sellin smoke in the lab coat
Got 10 bottom row
With the all gold
Keep yo mouth closed
Keep yo door closed
Ima kick tha door, red 4s
No elbows you still gettin poked

Yo nicca is a joke his chain is still a rope
You wanna get choked while I stroke
In the back while he smoke
I can't understand how you cope
Used to sell white on the ski slopes
Yo nicca is a joke his chain is still a rope
You wanna get choked while I stroke
In the back while he smoke
I can't understand how you cope
Used to sell white on the ski slopes

Get them fists up
No fist pump
Get yo grip up
Fore you slip up
Pick yo chick up
From the strip club
My niggas get buck
In the pick up
Four door windows down it's a stick up

I got lock jaw
Make a bitch crawl
I ain't fall off
I ain't raw dog
Where yo sawed off
Pop off
I herd you and them daymn niggas soft
What's that block talk
Thought you had balls nigga
Thought you had balls
Nigga I'm Cece
Wanna sneak peak
Got yo fefe
For a three peat
And she sneak sneak
Round yo home cuz she need me
She just please me
And she feed me
Till I sleep sleep
I kick my feet up
It's adidas
Wanna feature
Then let's link up
She a creature
But I feed her
Ima bleed her
Till she feet up
Catch me on the highway

Ima peace up
Yo nicca is a joke his chain is still a rope
You wanna get choked while I stroke
In the back while he smoke
I can't understand how you cope
Used to sell white on the ski slopes
Yo nicca is a joke his chain is still a rope
You wanna get choked while I stroke
In the back while he smoke
I can't understand how you cope
Used to sell white on the ski slopes