The stove on, flame rising, baking soda ready I got the work, watch it cook, time to go already The way I'm moving through these streets, They think I'm on already I know we might look light, But trust, we more than heavy
The stove on, flame rising, baking soda ready I got the work, watch it cook, time to go already The way I'm moving through these streets, They think I'm on already I know we might look light, But trust, we more than heavy
Diddy bopping down Lexington, Foreign women check for him I done seen the best of men Drunk reading New Testament All these niggas pussy, trust me, I can peep the estrogen Keep the heater tucked, It clean you up just like it's Mexican Narcs was text messaging, If you cop no less than ten
Hustle with my next of kin, Bless them like your reverend Pussies packed with heroin, I done seen some spooky shit You know we shot your man, But you ain't had the heart to do this shit I earn for keeps, disturb the peace, I feel like Ludacris I swerve in Jeeps, time to burn The streets for all this foolishness Niggas jeans still tight, Guess you dressing European Smoking dust in your dutch They tried to rob, they heard I'm rein'
The stove on, flame rising, baking soda ready I got the work, watch it cook, time to go already The way I'm moving through these streets, They think I'm on already I know we might look light, But trust, we more than heavy
The stove on, flame rising, baking soda ready I got the work, watch it cook, time to go already The way I'm moving through these streets, They think I'm on already I know we might look light, But trust, we more than heavy
Twenty-eight grams in an ounce Thirty-six o's in a kilo, my connect like El Chapo Nephew name was Carleto Drop me off in that pot, let me dry on that napkin Then chop me up on that plate After that you should get to bagging The epidemic, we pushing limits Take over buildings, like fuck the tenents, Won't leave no witness
This shit ridiculous, I seen mothers change they pipe Before they change they daughter diaper Trips to the island, back and forth, just touring Rikers Money spinning off the pen, See I'm a threat to all the writers Foreign women, thick and slim, Let's get 'em in, they all are like us Drought came in, strip was rocking, Connect was changing all the prices Them dykes was sure to hype him, Fashing lights was all enticing
The stove on, flame rising, baking soda ready I got the work, watch it cook, time to go already The way I'm moving through these streets, They think I'm on already I know we might look light, But trust, we more than heavy
The stove on, flame rising, baking soda ready I got the work, watch it cook, time to go already The way I'm moving through these streets, They think I'm on already I know we might look light, But trust, we more than heavyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
