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I need I light touch before I light the Dutch I plead please I only tease just to wake you up I know my game lame as fuck but today I'm in a rush Just go with the shit I want to smoke And get some fish a little day trip Sauvignon Sip, Fried Shrimp, the Garlic Squid My taste exquisite why you fucking with the kid She want cash (cash) for a bag I rather spent that on a home and rent the fucking pad Avenue for some new math You think it's all about rap loosen ya Durag Bigger homes, different zones Different strokes fuck them other niggas Yo she like to rile me up, to me wind me down That's how she caught my child If it's love I never wet her face After hours hit the legs escape for a shower Back to getting paid fuck the accolades And what they say I'm drowning in my own wave Get it til it time to retire back in the Bay Bad bitch in my bed now she giving me head Always knew they let me in when the money the plan I'm charged up Super Saiyan Always knew I'm the man my palms itching Don't tell me nothing less the convo bout cash Model chick showing ass when I shoot make a splash My tires spinning racing to the mission give you whiplash When it's time to get it pay attention I cant wait for yo ass I don't fuck around with no broke bitches Keep yours hands out my cash I run up a bag Im now and I'm next I been waiting patient for my time chasing a check Got no time for that text you interrupting my flex I been working tryna a stack and you niggas holding me back My drive is Bobby Buchee my shoes matching my chain All this gold on my body that's Alexander McQueen Can't compete with the team that's UglyFace on the scene These niggas lazy but they always wanna party with me That's why they parted from me I'm shopping in a boutique My bitch is from overseas my homie rolling that leaf But I don't smoke I just chill back and kick up my feet Cuz I remember all the days they was sleeping on me But I was always on the scene started off as P.A Now I'm on the scene taking off on P.J Dodging the D.A with niggas from B.K Lifestyle life and you cheaper than eBay I don't like to wait so I don't browse on eBay She wouldn't fuck with me but now she acting so freaky Spent her ass around like a record I'm djing Now she in the kitchen cooking eggs so cheesy Back from dead tip your hats you em Fuck a love song hit reset N.E.S blowing I can't waste a moment on you hoes gotta keep it going Even if I lose it, swear to god you would never know it I just got promoted to the throne Off a couple song simple metronomes Writing to em on my cell phone All about the timing count the seconds till I blow up on em I just hit a gulp of muddy water watch me throw up on em
Writer(s): Kevin Farpella, Andre Mosley, Aric Jones, Aaron Temple Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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