Won't
I got shit to stress but I won't
I throw my problems in a cone
New bitch bad to the bone
Hit em both when I get home
That pussy put me in the zone
I let God and I let go
Ya try to hoe I get ya gone
Pray for peace I'm paper prone
Candy man on all these hoes
I could never sugar coat
My fingers on Malcolm, My hands on Mayweather, my parents in Rome
Stay with them Franklins jus like I'm Nu Nation
I'm ready to stomp
In ya head like a thot, in a thot like a dick, imma dick I been told
Not tryna brag, niggas all bout they bag, boy believe me or don't
I got an angel, she know I'm playful, she know I need space
Wear my heart on my sleeve, my girl out in the sheets, and my thoughts on my face
I gotta stay strapped, for the games, I travel, serve and I fuck safe
Phil Dunphy I kiss my wife and put a bitch in her place
If last time I saw her she ain't give the throat up
Ain't no next time she don't get ya hopes up
I'm from the belly you know what I throw up
I triple the D then I pour me a 4 up
The one time I do leave I end up pulled over
Close to crib and the furthest from sober
Pills and dope put some time on my shoulder
My record dirty as my soda, you know but
I got shit to stress but I won't
I throw my problems in a cone
New bitch bad to the bone
Hit em both when I get home
That pussy put me in the zone
I let God and I let go
Ya try to hoe I get ya gone
Pray for peace I'm paper prone
Candy man on all these hoes
I could never sugar coat
I throw my problems in a cone
New bitch bad to the bone
Hit em both when I get home
That pussy put me in the zone
I let God and I let go
Ya try to hoe I get ya gone
Pray for peace I'm paper prone
Candy man on all these hoes
I could never sugar coat
My fingers on Malcolm, My hands on Mayweather, my parents in Rome
Stay with them Franklins jus like I'm Nu Nation
I'm ready to stomp
In ya head like a thot, in a thot like a dick, imma dick I been told
Not tryna brag, niggas all bout they bag, boy believe me or don't
I got an angel, she know I'm playful, she know I need space
Wear my heart on my sleeve, my girl out in the sheets, and my thoughts on my face
I gotta stay strapped, for the games, I travel, serve and I fuck safe
Phil Dunphy I kiss my wife and put a bitch in her place
If last time I saw her she ain't give the throat up
Ain't no next time she don't get ya hopes up
I'm from the belly you know what I throw up
I triple the D then I pour me a 4 up
The one time I do leave I end up pulled over
Close to crib and the furthest from sober
Pills and dope put some time on my shoulder
My record dirty as my soda, you know but
I got shit to stress but I won't
I throw my problems in a cone
New bitch bad to the bone
Hit em both when I get home
That pussy put me in the zone
I let God and I let go
Ya try to hoe I get ya gone
Pray for peace I'm paper prone
Candy man on all these hoes
I could never sugar coat
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Writer(s): Clinton Watkins
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