Cane Lyrics
[Intro: Neef Buck]
It's Rodgers!
[Verse 1: Neef Buck]
2 bitches over, 1 counting, 1 cooking
Both Venezuela, they're from Harlem and Brooklyn
My up-top honey's, that's attracted to Money
I met them in SoHo, I was out shopping Dolo
In a black label Polo, fucking up lil bankrolls
You know I spend them how it come
Philly where he from
Nigga can't wear his watch without wearing his Gun hun
Ain't no brotherly love in my city
I gotta watch the niggas' that be with me
Envy, lust is at it's all time high
Test your relationship before you trust them guys
Go head and look out for them niggas, they still will try
Fresh out the pyrex, then let it dry
I got everything but 8 balls so hurry up and buy
Pinky ring pressed against the wood grain
I'm trying to get ahead, you're trying to maintain
[Hook: Neef Buck] (2x)
I move that hard ball, hardcore; Eddy Cane
They say I kicks that shit, call me Johnny Cane
Nigga what tip you on? Country Cane
I do no half steppin', call me Big Daddy Cane
[Verse 2: Neef Buck]
Black and gold Moncler, furry hood
2 new colt 45s that's chrome and wood
I don't really speak on nothing that's understood
And I don't really fuck on no chickens that's from my hood
Can't shit where you eat, can't piss where you lay
Pillow talking with women, rapping bout where you stay
Have them boys all up in your spot
40 Cal'll a give a nigga turtle top
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Play pussy, niggas' gonna fuck you raw
A phone call'll, put your noodles in Spaghetti sauce
My tolerance running low on you fuck niggas'
Goons small as boogies, I just pluck niggas'
Camoflauge Tru's on the Tan Buttas
Eagle snap back but my brim leather
Balling like I'm Benji in some fresh Pennies
Give me the work and I just hand spring
Semi semi!
[Hook: Neef Buck] (2x)
I move that hard ball, hardcore; Eddy Cane
They say I kicks that shit, call me Johnny Cane
Nigga what tip you on? Country Cane
I do no half steppin', call me Big Daddy Cane
