Lyrics:
Two floors above the butcher
First door on the right
Life filled to the brim
As I stood by my window
And looked out on those
Brooklyn Roads
I
and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin, whoa
Drinkin on Lean by the four (whoa)
Anywhere I go, I glow (whoa)
Written by: Neil Diamond
If I close my eyes
I can almost hear my mother
Callin', "Neil, go find your brother
Daddy's home, and it's time for
to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
I see you lookin' (ha-ha), with your lookin' ass
Catch Snowman in the kitchen with his cookin' ass
lies, I tote Uzis
I get idolized by these groupies
I treat 'em just like they're regular, yeah
They sneakin' pics on the cellular
Preyin' on me, I'm
we out on Ave.
Lookin' for a big fat ass to harass!
Is it you? Uh-huh, I see you lookin'
When we roll by, pussy still cookin'
Freaks get taken when
Uh huh, I see you lookin'
When we roll by, pussy still cookin'
Freaks get tooken when they lookin' for stars
If you don't like my face, bitch, look
I might just eat your brains to see what's in your soul
I'm high drunk wet angry
They gone have to capture me I'm cookin' 'em up in a factory
and got it rolling
[01:34.22] I did I did I did
[01:36.62] When it felt nobody wasn’t lookin
[01:38.40] I had to stir my shit and keep on cookin
wit the block hot
Cops rollin by thats one time
Already told u one time
Cops rollin by
Already told u one time
Imma put on that smile
No frowns
I'm
and bitches
Always hollering, that ya'll real, but y'all fake so I keep my distance
Nigga's wanna play, till I leave 'em on a shirt
Driving by nigga, yea I
long
I got O's like the
Circles on a damn stove
Imma hot boy
Catch me cookin by the stove
Weighing up bells
Rockin V lone
You a weak nigga
And I'm
cookin' up the beats
Young Cashew and Jzo we makin' a feast
She'll do the job with her hands call it maintenance
All of this top she preforms gave her shin
make haste
No time to waste; Okay
Okay’ Okay
Okay Mhmm’
Tummy feelin’ loose
Took a sip off the juice, whoo
Doses by deuce; Ooh
By her Divine, she tryna’
trapping
Channel through my channel see my both side
One day I'll be cookin' next day, I'll drive-by
Bored of the dizzo, man I flip through these channels
Cody brown, yeah we stay reckless hoe
Cookin' up in the back with some molly
If you talk shit, we gotta catch a body
Hit her from the back then dip
off these fake rappers, talkin’ cookin’ crack
I got a new scale for this work, movin all these notes up and down the track
I been a mack, rollin’ up
Shawty was high
She a bad bitch she pulled up in that
Poltergeist
Sucked my soul nearly took my life
Call her Ayesha way she cookin by my side
Call
give up when
I know I been up next
Slang da dimes n I'm set
Custom like a prom dress
Wait
Cookin all of dis soul
Spitting all of dese flows
Kush
a little a time
And invest it in the grind
Bye
Hi
Eatin that sweet corn
Hometown cookin been vibin with B Horn
I sell shotgun shells by the seashore
Been
me but I float
Try to drown me but I float
Try to drown me but I
Do dis shit all by myself I don't care if You like it or Not
Cause either way they
The name of freedom of the press
What in the world is happening
Here in Neo Tokyo? What you see
Here seems to be fires
Caused by tank cannons who is this
rock by myself
Blastin' your family I don't care who left
Cookin' your bitch up just like a chef
Yea lil' nigga I laughed at his death
Can't hear shit
the slums with the goons
Where they flippin' hella packs
(What you need, auntie?)
Bars like central booking, Flee and Con
Know we cookin' (Whip it)
Nosy
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