Duece - Cement Voice Lyrics

Yea, What the f*ck I look like
What the f*ck I look like
What the f*ck I look like
What the f*ck I look like
You must be crazy than a motherf*cker every night
I know I'm bout to hear the same story every time
How I just seen your face react, it must be crazier than that
I swing my right hand like a bat, how you good but looking bad
Ooh, your ass is grass, niggas snaking on they mans
Damn, that shit is sad, I would hate to be your mans I would hate to be your man, bitch, you Crazier than Uncle Sam tryna tax your mans
You know a nigga tryna stack his cash up to ceilings fans
You know bitches gotta do they dance, bopping on they hands
I ain't trippin, shawty, do your dance, I'm counting up my hands
Niggas wouldn't f*ckin' understand, they bitches turned to men
Niggas wanna f*ck with the beast, I'll drop you in cement
Thinking that you tough, think it's sweet a rotten tooth for that
I'm just in the booth with the heat, speed up the track to hit the beat
I been rapping since I was 17, I seen my flow got well-increased
Hold up, what the f*ck you mean? Honestly, I see the dream
On her face like Maybelline, on my body, new Celine
Left pocket, Billie dreams, right pocket full of green
Mixed bitch, make her scream
Left a mess, didn't clean
Set the play, hit a screen
Sending shots for the green
Set it off, bustin' threes, gotta smoke, gotta eat
Gotta go, gotta leave, need some Za, gotta leaf
Shawty bad, got some needs, where you at? Not with me
What the f*ck I look like? You must be crazier than a motherf*cker every night
I know I'm bout to hear the same story every time
How I just seen your face react, it must be crazier than that
I swing my right hand like a bat, how you good but looking bad
Ooh, your ass is grass, niggas snaking on they mans
Damn, that shit is sad, I would hate to be your mans I would hate to be your man bitch, you crazier than Uncle Sam tryna tax your mans
Boy, you crazier than Uncle Sam tryna point a hand
I was scrolling on her gram now I'm with her rolling grams
Off a beam, high as hell see more green than Peter Pan
I'ma get her mad as hell She can call me Dirty Dan
She O.T. with her friends Probably looking for a man, yeah, I'm talking to the team Just know we bout to win
Man, you not with the squad You outside lookin in
We gon' get to this bag and do that shit again
What the f*ck I look like
You must be crazier than a motherf*cker every night
I know I'm bout to hear the same story every time
How I just seen your face react, it must be crazier than that
I swing my right hand like a bat, how you good but looking bad
Ooh, your ass is grass, niggas snaking on they mans
Damn, that shit is sad, I would hate to be your mans I would hate to be your man, bitch, you crazier than Uncle Sam tryna tax your mans