Lyrics:
calling my phone i'm ignoring
Mike amiri jeans I want Mike amiri jeans
I just wanna feel the pockets feel them ripping by the seam
She ain't used to want me
go up to a geeza and know he's a geeza
You've got the eye for a geeza
Maltesa, lemon squeeza, fridge freeza
I've got the eye for a geeza
It's really
Only nigga trappin' in khakis the mathlete I know how much I'm at exactly
Got my fingers in all types of pots, boy, I'm like a chef by the way that I
it seems
Like he's flying by the seat of his outa style jeans
You'll get embarrassed when he ruins your cool
When he pulls out his camera on your
Everything we do be blowing, better get on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga)
He keeps it wicked by creating the sound
That
Fridge is empty, cupboards bare
Coffee morning in the cold hard air
Child is crying from upstairs
I’m coming love
Got your letter just on Tuesday
to heaven if he pig
Real sipper, fifty Faygo's, finna set 'em in the fridge
When they reach the right temp', pour a seven in the lid
I just made a play
the rain
Everyday is the same
Cigarettes all stamped on the desk
And Empty bottles on the ground
A baby picture on the fridge
Of Katie reaching for
Hello?
Checked the clock when I got home
And realized I was alone
Sat for hours by the window
Wonderin' where did you go?
Couldn't eat or sleep
hello?
checked the clock when I got home
and realized I was alone
sat for hours by the window
wonderin' where did you go?
couldn't eat or sleep
of socks and a shirt
Still sporting the same drawers even though they hurt
In the fridge, there's a Faygo, it tastes ill
'cause it's flatter then a bitch
Two little ducks sank with a knock knock knock
She got twenty on tick and smoked the bloody lot
The fridge was bare, the dog was bones
Weavin'
one front, one back
Two different chicks
Yes, I'm new and I'm fresh
You're past your sell by date
Like the food in your fridge
The booth isn't lit i'm
She was hungry so hungry
And she was trying to think clear
But she kept opening the fridge door
And looking at the mustard and the beer
up, chillin' in this bitch for weeks
Know that ice is nice and sticks is sweet
Look in the fridge is full, but the shit ain't sweet
Nigga get
to eat
Looked inside my fridge and me and ain't seen nothing sweet
Another person in the verses written years prior
From space heaters to heated spaces
Â??Dungeons and Dragonsâ?? by Dr. Demento
Narrator: Dungeons and Dragons, Satan's game. Your children like it or not, are attracted in their weaker
just make sure your fridge on full
'Cause a nigga gotta eat, and when I see you in the streets
I be walkin' right by you, 'cause we don't get to link
dem a follow and a do a drive by
Rifle shot kick him off di bike back
Run down pon di bwoy dem as di bike drop
Skull pop, tripe pop, Gaza run di block
foods in the fridge
Keep all the right dudes on the bridge
When I get in, the captain's seat
Sorta like James Kirk
But my name's Work-MATIC here to adjust
and get the skeleton
Rock rock rock that chopper sell it
Get out the business got lots of game
Call them for me not telling off the fridge
Pretend they in
Why why why why why
Why why don't i
Why don't i
Why why why why why
Fly me baby baby baby
To the seventh sky
I wanna fly and
Never never get by
Argue
never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I
& legs froze in a fridge
Savaged by dogs, swallowed by pigs
Poisoned by gas in illegal digs
Buried by landslides, burning on flights
I’ll walk hand in hand
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