Taste Buds

Hey
Yeah
(Nigga they should've kept it as powder!)

Boy I hustle like its rent day
But I can't tell you when the rent due
All the plugs call me sensei
I chop it like engineer do
Woah woah
Taz comin wit jiu jitsu
O comin wit a pistol
BD comin wit a pole too
Last time was a upset
This time it's a issue
You ain't even have to starve yet
You don't know what I been through
Woah woah
Yeah nigga I need all that
Red stripes on my gym shoes
Red bull on my ball cap
Yea nigga I need all that
Damn Fadah think he all that
I don't say it till yo Bitch say it
Hit her once and I fall back
When I'm dry Ima call back
She gone answer when I call back
Woah woah
I can't tell you what to call that
I can tell you how to get paid
Smoked a whole O up in the A
Smoke a whole O up in a day
Why they call Yu Fadah anyway?
Crack rock on my tastebuds
I spit and you smoke good
You a fiend up to no good
Coming back cause the dope good

Make sure you come show yo presence when you see me nigga (heyyyyyyy)
I got children and they fathers trying to be nigga (heeyyyyyy)
If that wagon full of phonies bet you squeeze in nigga (heyyyyyyy)
If that wagon full of phonies fucking leave me nigga (heyyyyyyy)
Make sure you come show yo presence when you see me nigga (heyyyyyyy)
I got children and they fathers trying to be nigga (heeyyyyyy)
If that wagon full of phonies bet you squeeze in nigga (heyyyyyyy)
If that wagon full of phonies fucking leave me nigga (heyyyyyyy)

If it's not about a big buck
I ain't even for the big talk
She like it better when I'm pissed off
I fuck her better when I'm pissed off
We learned how to turn them lights on
When they came and turned them lights off
Clap on baby clap off
Wax on baby wax off
You ain't tough bitch you act soft
And I heard you put ya mans up
Going broke get them packs off
Bring it back and run them bands up
Woah woah
We just tryna run them bands up
Soldier comin wit the mask off
Everybody put ya hands up
They tell the realist nigga stand up
Stood up and stood in the chair
Put my right hand on my dick
Put my middle finger in the air
Crack rock on my tastebuds
I spit and you smoke good
Yu a fiend up to no good
Coming back cuz the dope good

Make sure you come show yo presence when you see me nigga (heyyyyyyy)
I got children and they fathers trying to be nigga (heeyyyyyy)
If that wagon full of phonies bet you squeeze in nigga (heyyyyyyy)
If that wagon full of phonies fucking leave me nigga (heyyyyyyy)
Make sure you come show yo presence when you see me nigga (heyyyyyyy)
I got children and they fathers trying to be nigga (heeyyyyyy)
If that wagon full of phonies bet you squeeze in nigga (heyyyyyyy)
If that wagon full of phonies fucking leave me nigga (heyyyyyyy)

It's Fadah



Credits
Writer(s): Malik Brown
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