Lyrics:
yellow
Ten pints of that syrup
Crushing all these Xannys
Serving junkies these Grammys
Taking care of my family
I know these police can't stand me
These
of the self-serving
See through the enduring
Denounced from beneath the burden
Owed not another word
Ayo, ayo, ayo ayo, Buscemis with the cages
Camo Valentino off the runway on the
Corner serving work like a baker (Griselda)
Fiends fallin' out
with four lives and 110 on the Feds
Life plus 25 on the state
Now, I'm just serving life plus 20
I've been fightin' hard as hard as I can
the shit
Bitch, my momma was the first person to
Show me how to cook it
I was at home serving cookies
For little niggas playing hooky
Every nigga want it
no pape'
I'm finna finish it why the biggest games
I be feeling like I'm scrimmaging?
White buffs vanilla
Unky out here serving cinnamon
Right pocket
in a few
Different colors like a hue
Why this white bitch wanna sue?
Like I'm Stevie Wonder, yeah
I got that bitch up out of sight
And I'm serving
it for fifteen
My scheme is to make you pay forty
You performing poorly
On the sideline like you Scorce
I'm serving niggas like drag events
In a Polo
on some new gear
Had to change clothes
Ain’t repeating last year
Let’s make this clear
Girl you can do this
Took a couple L’s
Serving up a few wins
Put
you may wind up like me serving the rest of your life inside of a penetentuary if your doing dirt or your in the wrong place its cold hard facts boy you
back like he was
A lecherous servant is that
Protecting and serving? All
I see ‘em do is spreading
Cheeks like sexual perverts, And
The cats who deserve
want you and him but
Anybody else a extra kill
Heavy press with the jacks
I ain't never pressed a pill
Unky in the kitchen serving
Junkies off his dishes
phone chirping
Catch him on the curb serving birds
Catch his dead-ass getting buried
Get his hearse reversed
Saying that you up just to fuck? Boy
Don't
forget my tip
I've been serving up
Like employee of the month
Two double-0 up on the dash
Keeping all the focus on the cash
I'm tryna get rich
Put
murder (murder)
The only thing that keep him happy
He been out there serving
Invest his money into trapping
All his friends are worried 'cause he been
Blessed Father
You're everything to me
Knowing you more and
Serving you with my life
Is all that my heart beats for
Thus
It makes no difference
What
bright
There was no lesson from the past
She taught the kids how a party should last
She downed shots with the kids alone
Serving drinks, responsibility
to work for him)
They bow to his whim love serving him
They're just lousy with loyalty to Ali! Prince Ali!
Prince Ali!
Amorous he! Ali Ababwa
Heard your
by blindly serving your god
the ripping and tearing of those who are daring
sordid fields of the holy lands
drowning in fatalities
buzzing flies under
She offered me kind servings
On that I can't deny
She told me I look nervous
Says, I am but a croppy boy
Come back to me tomorrow
And bring your
The government supposed to serve the people but who's serving who?
They create the wars and enemies fought by me and you
Life, liberty, pursuit
L's, we just serving them out
He scared to look me in my eyes, fuck is he nervous about?
If y'all see demons in my whip y'all gon' have to pray to God
before I got caught
I'm serving time, shit
I don't mind, one more time, I said
[Chorus]
Who's been drinking all my goddamn wine?
Who's been drinking all
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