Red Cup

You Gotta Pay Me to stay Here
I'm your landlord
Brody got that molly on deck
He the sand boy
If the cops get behind me, I'm a floor it
This is this wok thick as shit
It look like porridge
You want to hit my blunt
Put 10 towards
Plug said he sending shit in bulk
I'ma need more storage
Aint have the blicky
All right, hold on
Aint had a blicky with me
I pulled out my sword
I ain't want to dip in her doonies, but I was bored
Shit, and I ain't smoke today, these sober bars
Brody think he Tom Cruise jumping over cars
Call Me t-pain, I like the bartender
Fuck her at the bar
I don't like my neighbor, so I let my dog shit
In His Yard



Credits
Writer(s): Kelvin Hite
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