Cilvia Demo Lyrics - Singles - Isaiah Rashad

10-4, 10, 10-4. Hello? 

We-got- We got a 4-2-3. We got a young man riding around, in a Natty Caddy, hehe 

Natty Caddy, not that at all 

Who's that creepin' through the city in that dark ass tint 

Misdemeanor on the way yo 

I slide in my rimless Bentley, no tights, I'm gymnast 

Bending blocks, my world of Legos 

Now baby, hold that wheel while I'm rollin' up 

Hopefully she old enough up 

To purchase that liquor, what I need from the store 

She understands her selection, advance her affection 

And fears my rejection, never needing a ho 

I got plans to be that nigga, I know you met him as a child 

He gave you 10 bones, don't sweat it, don't wile' 

Be cool for a minute, '93 'Til be cool for Emmett 

The hung soul a rapper goes rapping those wrapping woes up 

Defying foes, lying toes, weapons on tuck 

Malcolm, they tackle for belief in the movement 

But Rashad got applause for releasing the music 

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Now sometimes I be gettin' higher than a bitch 

Smoking all my lows, put the fire to the spliff 

What up, now what up 

Now I've been getting higher, and higher 

And higher, and higher 

Now what up, now what up, now what up, what up 

Ay, ay, ay, yeah 

Niggas steppin' in the swimming pool, invincible 

Women I pursue get lost in this, uh 

Middle of the summer's in Miami 

Kembe with me, Henney, sippin shots like I bought it for him 

I'm a brown skin small waisted 

I'm creeping with my ball faces, I like her titties too 

I like her attitude, I like her flexible 

She got a baby due, I think she bisexual 

At least I hope so 

I glance to that little grown man at her front door 

He looking at me like I looked at pops when he come fo' 

My mama as a toddler I was selfish this ain't nothin' though 

I can spit a couple 22s if I want to 

I save it for the tour, the allure of the gap tooth 

Rap Toose... 

Always knew he would make him something 

He got schemes to smoke green 

And make him some, take em son 

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Now sometimes I be gettin' higher than a bitch 

Smoking all my lows, put the fire to the spliff 

What up, now what up 

Now I've been getting higher, and higher 

And higher, and higher 

Now what up, now what up, now what up, what up