Stove Runnin

Wavy baby, I'm wetter than dishes
Mind yo bizness, don't worry bout my bitches
Raising bars, I ain't talking bout fitness
Steal the wave, you gone sleep with the fishes
Had my stripes since I came out the navy
Wanna fuck me, then pay me
I'm coolin' wit Katie, she sniffing on Katie
The bitch is annoying, but that be my baby
Uh wait
Brand new Dior, I just ship to the store
Fuck a lil whore, till her pussy is sore
Got a Lil older, but bitch I'm the boy
Still riding round in a foreign lil toy
Getting her wet like we close to shore
Fresh as a casket, I dug up a corpse
Drippin' for sport

I told her lately that
I been feeling a type of way
She told me baby don't
You worry we can fly away
I keep a stainless dragon foot
Around my pinky yeah
And a Protecta round my wrist
And I can get it wet
My life exclusive and I know just how
You feel I know you see
I touch 10 racks when I was 20
It had set a nigga free
I told my bro you better
Watch all your surroundings you gone see
These people plotting on yo every move
Don't let em think you weak
I told her lately that
I been feeling a type of way
She told me baby don't
You worry we can fly away
I keep a stainless dragon foot
Around my pinky yeah
And a Protecta round my wrist
And I can get it wet



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Peters, Taran Jordan Burrell, Thomas Clark
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