justBLAZEEE
Yeah
I almost had to teach myself how to mack again
Man, I thought I lost it but now I'm back again
With a set of twins, took em' to the crib man you know its a full house
My pops ain't home- mom don't know his whereabouts
I've been caged up for too long relationship got strong
My dick got hard I fucked the wrong broad
She thinks she knows where we went wrong, I leave answers in songs
My parents caught me serving
They want to know where they went wrong
"Son, you ain't above the law you started smoking then look you stopped playing ball your just not focused"
That's hocus-pocus, now poof
I'm a rapper doing things you dreamed of while you sleep all because you hit the snooze on me and your alarm clock
Get on your job
Dodge the nine to five ain't wearing that suit and tie
Nigga fuck the law I'm above that shit
(I'm just freestlying there at the end)
What
Yo
I'm cool runnings while I'm sipping on Coladas
Blunt sticking in my ear and shorty flipping down my collar
Button up or have a hole stiffing up like Roger
Roger that, man these hoes is out her skankin for some dollars
Roger that, these hoes is looking for a book it ain't no model
¡Arriba, abajo, al centro, pa' dentro!
Uno Mas liquor just fucking up my mental
Uno Mas liquor just fucking up my mental, uh!
This shit ain't sweet, that runway suite
You not gone find me till I reach my peak- it's whatever, uh
In time will tell who rides for you
Who only there to fuck up your mood
Don't kill my vibe
I almost had to teach myself how to mack again
Man, I thought I lost it but now I'm back again
With a set of twins, took em' to the crib man you know its a full house
My pops ain't home- mom don't know his whereabouts
I've been caged up for too long relationship got strong
My dick got hard I fucked the wrong broad
She thinks she knows where we went wrong, I leave answers in songs
My parents caught me serving
They want to know where they went wrong
"Son, you ain't above the law you started smoking then look you stopped playing ball your just not focused"
That's hocus-pocus, now poof
I'm a rapper doing things you dreamed of while you sleep all because you hit the snooze on me and your alarm clock
Get on your job
Dodge the nine to five ain't wearing that suit and tie
Nigga fuck the law I'm above that shit
(I'm just freestlying there at the end)
What
Yo
I'm cool runnings while I'm sipping on Coladas
Blunt sticking in my ear and shorty flipping down my collar
Button up or have a hole stiffing up like Roger
Roger that, man these hoes is out her skankin for some dollars
Roger that, these hoes is looking for a book it ain't no model
¡Arriba, abajo, al centro, pa' dentro!
Uno Mas liquor just fucking up my mental
Uno Mas liquor just fucking up my mental, uh!
This shit ain't sweet, that runway suite
You not gone find me till I reach my peak- it's whatever, uh
In time will tell who rides for you
Who only there to fuck up your mood
Don't kill my vibe
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Writer(s): Ian Powell
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