What's Ya Name (Explicit)

What's Ya Name? - Skeme/Bryan Roberts/Dom Kennedy

Girl what's ya name

Girl what's ya name

It got S Dot Holla

2 pockets full of dollas

Horse on the tee

Yellow gold by the collar

Baby I'm a dog half rapper rottweiler

Text a bad b**ch get her wet as dog water

Niggas want beef we laughin' like why bother

Here to get dollars then deuces I'll holla

Girls losin' they marbles like manchola

West side since I seen Dre dip in that Impala

7 and 11 and I'm snatchin' up ends

Baby it's a Coupe so I ain't ridin' with no friends

James Dean tip Ray Bans for the lens

Paper chasin' till I'm sleep then back again

Seen one girl seen em' all that's the motto

Raise another glass let her play with that Moscato

After she finish got some game she could swallow

Cut the lights low and lose her phone till tomorrow ha

I saw her once before yeah

I think it was on tour and

We poured champagne and more damn

Girl what's ya name

I know she on it on it on it

Whoa whoa

I told the b**ch dive in

I know you want it want it want it

You might as well jump in

Game tight I hit in the same night

She workin' Jet Blue we flew in the same flight

New drawers Navy Blue or the plain white

Socks hat guess I'm reppin' the gang life

Look at me real ni**a in plain sight

Chain nice I touch it she came twice

We Grey Goose she hit the room then it's execution

We leave home to the Bay then maybe next it's Houston

I did a show sold out where my retribution

If I call you when I'm back that mean the *** was stupid

If you seen me and Skeme b**ch the West is movin'

La Merte Park forever we the best to do it

West Side forever gotta rep the movement

I gotta Thank God I been blessed to do it

You niggas fell off I just kept improvin'

Never looked back I just kept it movin'

I saw her once before yeah

I think it was on tour and

We poured champagne and more damn

Girl what's ya name

I know she on it on it on it

Whoa whoa

I told the b**ch dive in

I know you want it want it want it

You might as well jump in

It go guess whose back in the maf**kin' house

You ain't no God damn pimp

Watch yo' maf**kin' mouth

I stay with pretty women who attracted by winnin'

No games girl I knew you was wit' it from the beginnin'

I like em red yellow and brown I get around

Somethin' 'bout the way I get down that keep her round

Somethin' 'bout the way that I sound that got her wet

And nah I ain't new to this mama see I'm a vet

I'm in them Chuck Taylors but walkin' round with them checks

Socks Gang Mob and she ridin' with the set

Gone without a trace no hickeys on her neck

She trip get replaced she leave I holla next

Brittany and Tiffany both hit me to get wit' me

Hit the room tie up they phones we gettin' busy

Playin' like the homies that hooped that got the jimmy

Girl meet me in them sheets I brought Cran and some Remy what's up

I saw her once before yeah

I think it was on tour and

We poured champagne and more damn

Girl what's ya name

I know she on it on it on it

Whoa whoa

I told the b**ch dive in

I know you want it want it want it

You might as well jump in