Lyrics:
trifling and I ain't never met a piece
Of pussy I ain't liking
I'm too piping, hot, front, you get got, kid
Don't get too close
Because you might get shot
in a club
Went by the name of pecan deluxe
This ice cream was high maintenance
When I took her out
Nearly cost me twenty bucks
Met this chick
B-boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make
everybody but me
But I always got a starbucks verse bein brewed
Too hot please please double cup me
They never gave me support like chuck t's
And I never
Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by
be -Boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper.
Before I
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
fooled by what's spewed bout they income
Lose some you win some
Perception, shit'll give you grey hairs and then some
Inception are you living a dream
just know I got the flows and the hoes and the packed out shows
Ain't too many cons when you playin' with the pros
'Cept for how your life get exposed
with a writer's block
The line that's hot, that I forgot
We laughed a little, cried a lot
I'll never forget when you came home and you held Hailie
End of the night
Windows open, chain smokin', moon glowing
Posted like Dave Cowens
The hostess make the room rise
Entrecôte, I need two fries
The L I
the secrets of your soul
Home at last
Home at last
Come and take your shoes off by the fire
Were the roads so cracked and bruised
And was the sun too hot
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
away"
Well by the end of the day, all the kids would go play
And I'd come staggering back home
With those dream in my hand and a master plan
That
Molded your lungs for the breath that He gave you
Not to mention the day He saved you
And when He opened your eyes by the spirit Christ was raised
year
I've cried too many tears
I'm outta hope, comfort, joy, and holiday cheer
I shoulda listened to my mom or Dave Ramsey
In a post-Christmas slump
She said she love me when I'm gone
She miss me being home
I'm always at the studio that makes her alone
Recently she even seems to hate on all my
Catch a nigga by they self, or they with they fam, fuck it they get shot too
Ni-niggas know how I rock nigga
Thirty shots in this Glock nigga
I ain't
inspired by Kenzo
The roof is like Ghostface, can it be so simple
40 keys in a rental
My dogs bring it back, now you name a better kennel
I keep cash,
but He's frowning too
Because only God knows
The home's filled with horror in my horoscope
Tomorrow I could be broke, this ain't a joke
I'm
stand by
'Cause we about to take flight
Not a seven forty-seven
But the music and the microphone
Phone home
If you want someone waitin', baby
Go
hot
My first shot, my bird hot, by the third shot
Curved the THOT, the thirst real but her purse not
My attitude is out the world, I'm a star
Plus
Meanwhile I'm sittin at home, all alone
Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy
When I'm in the house, when I think about
When I see you out, when I hear
lethal b got me feeling all dench
Shout kgs cah my new ting French
Me and bro come like Dave and cench
Me and bro like Dave an Central
Got too many gyal
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