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Earle's for Lunch (feat. Airplane James)
by AJ Snow
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Somethin' bout you don't want me to keep it low-key
They would never try you, cause yeah, they know me
Slidin' through the back streets, I gotta get my L's back
Pay whatever for you, girl, fuck the sales tax
Pull up in that Hellcat, skirt, skirt on em
Niggas say you know me, so they throw dirt on em
But they can never dirt my name
Put you on game, let you run your own thing
Soxs hat with the patch, so she know it's me
80 degrees windows crack hit me when you free
Made by OGs on the shorts with the black tee
You want some good food, I know where it be
So low-key, but I'm well-connected
Find me in a spot where you not accepted
You fuckin' with the best, what you expectin'
If I ever had to choose, you the one I'm selectin
I done had some bad ones in my collection
I can't lie with them, I done learned my lesson
The way you handle your shit, man, that shit impressive
That's probably why them niggas come off mad aggressive
Like a cop on the road, couldn't pass you up
Gave you my number real quick, told you to stay in touch
Know I'm not from the land, but I'm here much
Let's grab some Earle's for lunch, I need that player's punch
Somethin' bout you don't want me to keep it low-key
They would never try you, cause yeah, they know me
Slidin' through the back streets, I gotta get my L's back
Pay whatever for you, girl, fuck the sales tax
Pull up in that Hellcat, skirt, skirt on em
Niggas say you know me, so they throw dirt on em
But they can never dirt my name
Put you on game, let you run your own thing
I could put you on some game, have you movin' different
Help you elevate, let me demonstrate
Can't put everybody on, cause some be full of hate
When a nigga gettin' cake, it's to motivate
Told her put me on her screen, cause I'm inspiration
Knew I was a real nigga from my conversation
Fuckin' with me, you get the combination
Never let a messy bitch fuck up your operation
She heard the hi-five when she jumped in my ride
Always play it smooth, if she choose, let her decide
If looks kill, baby girl, you homicide
Vintage frames on my face, coverin' up my eyes
But I been watchin' your Versace shades, clockin' ya
You that bitch, love, ain't nobody stoppin' ya
Somethin' bout you don't want me to keep it low-key
They would never try you, cause yeah, they know me
Slidin' through the back streets, I gotta get my L's back
Pay whatever for you, girl, fuck the sales tax
Pull up in that Hellcat, skirt, skirt on em
Niggas say you know me, so they throw dirt on em
But they can never dirt my name
Put you on game, let you run your own thing
Somethin' bout you don't want me to keep it low-key
They would never try you, cause yeah, they know me
Slidin' through the back streets, I gotta get my L's back
Pay whatever for you, girl, fuck the sales tax
Pull up in that Hellcat, skirt, skirt on em
Niggas say you know me, so they throw dirt on em
But they can never dirt my name
Put you on game, let you run your own thing
Soxs hat with the patch, so she know it's me
80 degrees windows crack hit me when you free
Made by OGs on the shorts with the black tee
You want some good food, I know where it be
So low-key, but I'm well-connected
Find me in a spot where you not accepted
You fuckin' with the best, what you expectin'
If I ever had to choose, you the one I'm selectin
I done had some bad ones in my collection
I can't lie with them, I done learned my lesson
The way you handle your shit, man, that shit impressive
That's probably why them niggas come off mad aggressive
Like a cop on the road, couldn't pass you up
Gave you my number real quick, told you to stay in touch
Know I'm not from the land, but I'm here much
Let's grab some Earle's for lunch, I need that player's punch
Somethin' bout you don't want me to keep it low-key
They would never try you, cause yeah, they know me
Slidin' through the back streets, I gotta get my L's back
Pay whatever for you, girl, fuck the sales tax
Pull up in that Hellcat, skirt, skirt on em
Niggas say you know me, so they throw dirt on em
But they can never dirt my name
Put you on game, let you run your own thing
I could put you on some game, have you movin' different
Help you elevate, let me demonstrate
Can't put everybody on, cause some be full of hate
When a nigga gettin' cake, it's to motivate
Told her put me on her screen, cause I'm inspiration
Knew I was a real nigga from my conversation
Fuckin' with me, you get the combination
Never let a messy bitch fuck up your operation
She heard the hi-five when she jumped in my ride
Always play it smooth, if she choose, let her decide
If looks kill, baby girl, you homicide
Vintage frames on my face, coverin' up my eyes
But I been watchin' your Versace shades, clockin' ya
You that bitch, love, ain't nobody stoppin' ya
Somethin' bout you don't want me to keep it low-key
They would never try you, cause yeah, they know me
Slidin' through the back streets, I gotta get my L's back
Pay whatever for you, girl, fuck the sales tax
Pull up in that Hellcat, skirt, skirt on em
Niggas say you know me, so they throw dirt on em
But they can never dirt my name
Put you on game, let you run your own thing
