Lyrics:
fried
Serving up a super size with
A side fries all American
After hibernation we all die
Visions of success ones with women are the
Best, Yes the sex's
think about the sex no more
(Listen)
I don't really stress about for what i'll never do
Regrets are limitations passed the sky i reach the moon
In her
I don't know man seems like this is just at an end
She asks what are we I told her we are just friends
Three months go by I get on with my life
Can't
was raised in the hood
Never trust no one
Heard what you doing my homie
Be Fuckin the bitches with no condo (condo*)
Fucking a bitch raw sex, she not
hits" But niggas get fooled
By the sexyness, I'm a real gritty bitch
[Chorus: Method Man]
Killa Lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits
A hit
Back from the dead second L.P. here we go
Comin at ya from the R.O.M.E.O.
Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys
Hat turned back in some Airwalk
Check, check, check, yo, we here M-I-S-S-O-U-R-I
For sure, we gon' hold that down for St. Louis no doubt
My nigga Kyjuan gon' kick this shit out
tripping by twelve
Then you hung up the cell, then I hit up my ex
And then we back to the sex, it's been so damn long
One minute you're here, the next day
Strippin clips bout(about) nationally
Back seats and DOB hats
Havin' sex in drop tops
Now liquor on ya mouth and spot
WERE WE R.I.D.E.
[Hook]
Can you smoke
someone addicted to pills weeds and sex life find God leave it all behind
Come back to the hood and preach about why
Seen a guy rob steal fight every other
nesting in your closets, hiding underneath your socks
Living in your living rooms, sleeping by your bedroom clocks
There must be a couple million and more
Push pounds by the ounce when you fuck with that skunk weed
Yah that skunk weed when I'm rolling up primo
Cash a huge dab just consider that my pre toke
take no more, so take a guess, I take a hit, let it fill my chest
Don't work no more, the effects are less, we kill the time with pills and sex
Still
habit's are hard to quit
Cigarettes on cigarettes
Lots of sex, am i sinning yet
Weed on deck, but i feel like Beck
Loser and im catching wreck
Kept it
The flows laminar
I keep going cos I've got stamina
Wheres the camera
Pia pia piano
That must be yamaha
I got a slogan like hulk hogan
Are you
I hit it raw
If she have a baby by me, I'ma love her more
Brings food to the crib when I'm laying low
And she know how to roll weed, but don't
all by default
I just seen who you are i don't miss them
You should be treating me like the victim
I guess they really like the attention
You turned
Immediately I was set free
And changed forever
By the grace of Jesus Christ
My days are better
Yes sir
It's that wap, Face Wap
Stab! Stab, s-st-s-st-stab, stab, stab!
Stab, stab stab! Yee! Haha! Ay...
All of my bitches are down with the suction
I am
the youngin and they clueless as fuck
I'm throwing heavy bars yours are lighter than a feather
So you better duck
You paid for a studio that won't earn a buck
Baby you know you the coldest, in the words of a poet you are my winter breeze
I'm grinding and you keep me in motion you are my energy
We smoking,
boy
Cus on the TV screen all I see are boys
Little boys with big toys on the TV screen
Telling me life is smoking weed and running things
I look around
others)
This for my niggas on the frontline
And the trip is that the work got ya one time
For my thugs that are standin' in the doorway
First time you
on the body of a real woman
And that's bae, tell by how you looking you ain't even bout to play
And I ain't playing either get them panties out the way
Baby
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