MASTER WINDU
Deadstock
Yeah
Talking 'bout beige
Wading in the haze
Runaway
Yeah
Off-white, not talking 'bout beige
So much gas that I'm wading in the haze
Runaway from The May
Big Jo cutthroat, Windu, Mace
Uh, Imma bless you, Mase
Uh, got big bank, Chase
Huh
Had to turn the other way
'Cause niggas gonna try you just to fuck up your whole day
Yeah
And we pull up like Mace
Cut you like Mace
Cut you in your face, yeah
Like Mace, yeah
And we used to this crib, so we don't even gotta spray
Yeah
I ain't concerned about him
If you try me you get killed yeah
Really I ain't worried 'bout him, yeah
Put his body in the ditch
Got a rider, he lit
Fye with the stick
Yeah if he cross he get hit
Got a, got a monogomous bitch
But I'm always fucking, I'm fucking six
Like Mace Windu, yeah, I'm smoking on purple
But the roses are red
Don't let these bitches hurt you
Sometimes you gotta let 'em be dead
Won't stop until Rubi Rose in my bed
Whole Lotta Red, yeah, whole lotta head
Gotta wrap it up, I'll be a whole lotta dad
Whole lotta bread, need a whole lotta jam
I'm sipping on that purple stuff and rolling up that stanky
Pistol on me just incase these niggas wanna attack me
The hundreds Imma make The North wanna thank me
I brought her to the bedroom, shawty going crazy
On some tweak shit
Heart cold, but got the heater on my hip
Ain't that some geeked shit
I'm known to fye a blunt, get right back in my zone, no defense
I'm changing bitches like my clothes, switch flavors every season
Niggas ask bro what's the reason
On some cash shit, yeah
I'm talking run me up a bag shit, whoa
Where I'm from it ain't no game, it ain't no Madden
Know some niggas really pull up with that strap
Get to bussin at your hat big dawg
Yeah
And we pull up like Mace
Cut you like Mace
Cut you in your face, yeah
Like Mace, yeah
And we used to this crib
Off-white, not talking 'bout beige
So much gas that I'm wading in the haze
Runaway from The May
Big Jo cutthroat, Windu, Mace
Uh, Imma bless you, Mase
Uh, got big bank, Chase
Huh
Had to turn the other way
'Cause niggas gonna try you just to fuck up your whole day
Yeah
Talking 'bout beige
Wading in the haze
Runaway
Yeah
Off-white, not talking 'bout beige
So much gas that I'm wading in the haze
Runaway from The May
Big Jo cutthroat, Windu, Mace
Uh, Imma bless you, Mase
Uh, got big bank, Chase
Huh
Had to turn the other way
'Cause niggas gonna try you just to fuck up your whole day
Yeah
And we pull up like Mace
Cut you like Mace
Cut you in your face, yeah
Like Mace, yeah
And we used to this crib, so we don't even gotta spray
Yeah
I ain't concerned about him
If you try me you get killed yeah
Really I ain't worried 'bout him, yeah
Put his body in the ditch
Got a rider, he lit
Fye with the stick
Yeah if he cross he get hit
Got a, got a monogomous bitch
But I'm always fucking, I'm fucking six
Like Mace Windu, yeah, I'm smoking on purple
But the roses are red
Don't let these bitches hurt you
Sometimes you gotta let 'em be dead
Won't stop until Rubi Rose in my bed
Whole Lotta Red, yeah, whole lotta head
Gotta wrap it up, I'll be a whole lotta dad
Whole lotta bread, need a whole lotta jam
I'm sipping on that purple stuff and rolling up that stanky
Pistol on me just incase these niggas wanna attack me
The hundreds Imma make The North wanna thank me
I brought her to the bedroom, shawty going crazy
On some tweak shit
Heart cold, but got the heater on my hip
Ain't that some geeked shit
I'm known to fye a blunt, get right back in my zone, no defense
I'm changing bitches like my clothes, switch flavors every season
Niggas ask bro what's the reason
On some cash shit, yeah
I'm talking run me up a bag shit, whoa
Where I'm from it ain't no game, it ain't no Madden
Know some niggas really pull up with that strap
Get to bussin at your hat big dawg
Yeah
And we pull up like Mace
Cut you like Mace
Cut you in your face, yeah
Like Mace, yeah
And we used to this crib
Off-white, not talking 'bout beige
So much gas that I'm wading in the haze
Runaway from The May
Big Jo cutthroat, Windu, Mace
Uh, Imma bless you, Mase
Uh, got big bank, Chase
Huh
Had to turn the other way
'Cause niggas gonna try you just to fuck up your whole day
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Writer(s): Gilbert Richardson, Jr.
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