Down - Dave B.

Man it’s a must be nice type of thing

Identify the bull first

Changed to the fourth outfit for tonight

Prep' for the full course

I don’t got a problem with your privilege

Raised by a queen that’s a privilege

Why the fuck I’m feelin' on my own take

Young black youth, inexpensive

Picky, wanna run in bull, it’s stupid

Taking charge, you wanna be, I’m finna do shit

And I’m still not immune to the bullshit

I’m in this bitch everyday

Don’t card me

Don’t start with me

It’s an «Ooh» crime

We cool, try me

Won’t find me there

Everybody

We nobody

See who’s siding me man

Wipe me down

Windows down

Why you grounded (Ooh)

Wipe me down

I’m so down

Pour that crown lit (Ooh)

Wipe me down

Windows down

Why you grounded (Ooh)

Wipe me down

I’m so down

Pour that crown lit (Ooh)

Oh

Oh, yeah

Oh, dear

Oh, no no no no no, dear

Nothing but soldiers with me

Hundreds man hold the fifties

Drop it directly to me

Baby you never knew me

Maybe you did

Dog you too kind of tense

Say, I’m too confident

The liquor done turned on me (mama)

So when it really get to be too much

And a nigga got to challenge your trust

What you gon' do

Niggas still use the internet like we used to

Bitch act like you didn’t hear

You above in that drop, hop to ya

Two dinner rolls, it’s not fair

I’ma 'void the conversation

When you talk out your neck

Lone me love that I could use

I need it all I’m a wreck

Wipe me down

Windows down

Why you grounded (Ooh)

Wipe me down

I’m so down

Pour that crown lit (Ooh)

Wipe me down

Windows down

Why you grounded (Ooh)

Wipe me down

I’m so down

Pour that crown lit (Ooh)

Oh

Oh, yeah

Oh, dear

Oh, no no no no no, dear

Oh, yeah

Oh, dear

Oh, no no no no no, dear