Disaronno

Pullin' up to the party
I'm off the Disaronno
Your new track's kind of sloppy
You already know though
A couple cups for my mains ones pour it out now
Don't talk about your bread, you're messin' up my dough
A couple cups for the real ones back it up now
Stop talkin' little man, you don't even know (Yeah yeah yeah)

Pullin' up with a skinny bitch I got bottles on get litty bitch
I hate the pills but I love the spliff
I'm barred out on lyrics bitch
Got some funds for rainy day
But lately, that's everyday
I try to sleep, I'm too awake
Anxiety's a different state
Pullin' up V-dub they laugh at my ride
I hop on the mic and they swallow they pride
Fuck I'm a student, and a producer
Fuckin' your bitch while you call me a loser
Writing this down I got so much to say I'm just hopin' I do not get carried away
Biting my tongue, don't mention names, no I ain't playin' fuck up these games

Pullin' up to the party
I'm off the Disaronno
Your new track's kind of sloppy
You already know though
A couple cups for my mains ones pour it out now
Don't talk about your bread, you're messin' up my dough
A couple cups for the real ones back it up now
Stop talkin' little man, you don't even know

I don't need your best, it only leads to stress
I would ask how your checkers is, but I'm playin' chess gettin' cheddar bitch
These are big clocks like it's Big Ben, name you can't even spell
If I see you again, I'll see you in hell (God damn)
We fuck up the game 'cause this shit is too easy
Untouchable bars, the pen is so breezy
We don't say names, 'cause we are not sleazy
I'll fuck up your car with the torch and graffiti
If only you knew
I got my eye out for you

Pullin' up to the party
I'm off the Disaronno
Your new track's kind of sloppy
You already know though
A couple cups for my mains ones pour it out now
Don't talk about your bread, you're messin' up my dough
A couple cups for the real ones back it up now
Stop talkin' little man, you don't even know



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Robinson
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