Lyrics

Might suffocate my head so in my bag Ho slow you roll thinking you finna smash Ludicrous mode bitch you moving too fast No longer a ho I left that in the past Focused on doe and how to make it stack Keep a lawn mower for the snakes in the grass Catch you acting sweet my nigga that's a wrap Blowed in the 'yo now we cookin' with gas Cookin' with gas Blowed in the 'yo now we cookin' with gas Cooking with gas Blowed in the 'yo now we cookin' with gas Focused on doe and how to make it stack Been putting on Every night performing 15 years strong nigga you do the math Can't keep that paper away from me I'll work a double on Labor Day Fuck what a hater say Whips hate doing dishes I keep em with paper plates Oh it ain't no waiting patiently Stay goin' in like MJ on a fade away Never gon' fade away Arcade in the crib but this shit ain't a game to me I got that juice call it Minute Maid Only feel Insecure when watching Issa Rae Fuck with my family then pour out some Hennessy Christina Applegate nigga you Dead To Me This social distancing really ain't shit since I ain't ever had a handout Find my own way to the top I'm taking that spot bitch you like it or not Might suffocate my head so in my bag Ho slow you roll thinking you finna smash Ludicrous mode bitch you moving too fast No longer a ho I left that in the past Focused on doe and how to make it stack Keep a lawn mower for the snakes in the grass Catch you acting sweet my nigga that's a wrap Blowed in the 'yo now we cookin' with gas Cookin' with gas Blowed in the 'yo now we cookin' with gas Cookin' with gas Blowed in the 'yo now we cookin' with gas Focused on doe and how to make it stack Been putting on Every night performing 15 years strong nigga you do the math Oh I I be rollin' up feeling so High I So Melo laid back with that La La My bitch got that brain like a scholar She love to ride my Dick like an old school Impala Said she can't hold back any longer Said Come as You Are to Nirvana Oh I I stay bout that Bread like Panera Find my own way like MacGyver Ain't fuckin' with me then why try Oh I my bitch on top going for a ri-ide Said she can't hold back any longer Said Come as You Are to Nirvana
Writer(s): Ben Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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