Lyrics:
So I
Wrote a poem I just wrote a poem and it go like
Ouu!
Baby come and kick it at my Grandma house
You know a nigga crushing on you
Ain't no
and get naughty
Late nights then coffee
Back seats, hotel rooms
Your house my house to the bedroom
When it’s 10 o’ clock on my iPhone
And that text reads,
and get naughty
Late nights then coffee
Back seats, hotel rooms
Your house my house to the bedroom
When it’s 10 o’ clock on my iPhone
And that text reads,
think I'm- moving like a zombie
I think I've had enough i do not give a
All these fucking drugs laying 'round
In my bedroom, bedroom, bedroom
In the Uber
houses
Sosa, how big is your
House? It's six thousand square feet
Six bedrooms and ten different bathrooms
So I shit when I want to
And I know I'm raw
a hall at our house. A hall, a hall, a hall.
There's a bathroom at our house. A bathroom, a bathroom, a bathroom.
There's a bedroom at our house
Woah, man
Yeah (hey, what's up?)
Let's turn this house into a happy home
This for all the homeboys that couldn't get they happy home
Let's turn
Woah, man
Yeah (hey, what's up?)
Let's turn this house into a happy home
This for all the homeboys that couldn't get they happy home
Let's turn
mama, I ain't got a choice
Just bought Maserati, fresh off the lot
And a house in the hills, with a three car garage
Six bedrooms, overlookin' the Bay
cover it all (damn)
Seem like united we stand, but divided we fall yeah
Just bought a four bedroom house
Love couldn't live there no more
Just bought
Conte in or Conte out
We got new manager bounce
Road to glory in my spot
Don't mess with me I'm the man of the house
We think low-key that we're too
a plate, smoke a blunt and fuck a little pussy
Fell asleep on the floor in my girl's arms
In my dreams dogs barkin' at the house alarm
Get louder, hold up
Bend over, take her to church now she in U-Mass
Scoop my Spelman broad for all out sex
Show her 12 bedrooms, still there's more house left
(Titty in
I got shot six times, got popped in the chest
I slipped off the balcony deck I'm bleeding to death
Got to check myself I'm cool, I got up and left
chilling out in the home
In the House Of Krazees
Fuck the ambulance
Them niggas don't stand a chance
Fuck the ambulance
Them niggas don't stand a chance
It couldn't hurt to come and vacuum
Before I sell off the house
Before I stop talking 'bout this and the story fades into black
Where's the remote
as a childÂ…mostly
I couldn't. It wasn't meat loaf,
it wasn't chicken or rice,
it wasn't 6 hotdogs at lunch with craft dinner on top,
it wasn't sloppy joes, it wasn't
feel it in your head soon
Brought the kitchen weight to the bedroom
Just to whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, that's the dope dealer
Baby girl, call
the trap house
They asking bout me in the trap house
They talking bout me in the trap house
They asking bout me in the trap house
What the business is, stay
the trap house
They asking bout me in the trap house
They talking bout me in the trap house
They asking bout me in the trap house
What the business is, stay
bedrooms, four bath with a jacuzz'
Six-car garage, pavement smooth
Both front and back deck 'nough room to land a jet
And you ain't reached the city,
left me at the age of six
I didn't know nuttin' but mommy neatly packed his shit
She cried, and grandma held the family down
I guess mommy wasn't strong
nosed with no coats
We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes
Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six
I didn't know nothin' but mommy
No pain, no gain
Where do I start
She was begging for her life as
I carved out her heart
Tore her body apart in six sections
Brain fragments were
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