Dont't Pull Up To My Crib

Don't pull up to my crib unless you absolutely gotta
Miss me with that Truman shit my blinds stay closed like nada
Prada Prada
Louis on ya
Black T keep it tucked fuck what you say like it's sodomy

Don't bring your dirty shoes
Matter fact just plant where you stand
I'm rubber and you're glue
Bounce out and stick on no hands
It's never part of the Plan
My nest reflects who I am
Black onyx on me reverse all the bad juju
On man
You can assume I wouldn't like you exhume your opinions bout a room
My pantry and how close to doom I am
Fruit of the loom the holy fabric is the move
This boof will bring you to your doom
Not that you might ever get a chance
I feel I'm Superman
Fortress of solitude
Till I meet reaper man
That solo attitude
I feel I'm Superman
Fortress of solitude
Till I meet reaper man
That solo attitude

Don't pull up to my crib unless you absolutely gotta
Miss me with that Truman shit my blinds closed like nada
Prada Prada
Louis on ya
Black T keep it tucked fuck what you say like it's sodomy

Dap up my feline friend my black tee got two days of shed
Might do some stretches cause I've yet to stand or hop out bed
It's been two weeks I do not know how been my partners and them
Disoriented cause I never do what I might said
Get a job You're underemployed you fucking bum
Clean your space get a buzz with no gin and rum
Bust a nut going nutty gone like the yellow sun
In the twilight of my day see what song is sung

I feel I'm Superman
Fortress of solitude
Till I meet reaper man
That solo attitude
I feel I'm Superman
Fortress of solitude
Till I meet reaper man
That solo attitude

Don't pull up to my crib unless you absolutely gotta
Miss me with that Truman shit my blinds closed like nada
Prada Prada
Louis on ya
Black T keep it tucked fuck what you say like it's sodomy



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Rincon
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