GUNS AND BUTTER
I told them all
It's gone be a war
They think I'm crazy
But I can't ignore it
I know the law
And I know the flaws
I know the Things
That we can't afford
Insure this mortgage
And need a phone
We need nice things
For our own applause
N The awards
Soak thru your pours
Exiting the liquor
From the night before
What's to become of a nigga
That promised mama he got her
Promised My brothers no different
Won't break the trust of my father
I swear I think about my tt
When I open my wallet
Just wishin she cud come see it
I promised her I'd pay homage
Its good to kno I followed thru
Wit what I said that I wud do
Bare foot in Malibu
Sand between my toes
U Cant do that in Chicago boo
But keys still open doors, right right? Ya
I kno muffuckas
That ain't fucking wit now
They in love wit that other shit
Wit they cup full of brown
All that keep it a hunned shit
Kill if you love her shit
Die with they brother shit
All that Gun and that butter shit
See
I kno muffuckas
That ain't fucking wit now
They in love wit that other shit
Wit they cup full of brown
All that keep it a hunned shit
Kill if you love her shit
Die with they brother shit
All that Gun and that butter shit
They want it
I told em all
It's would be a war
They think I'm crazy
I jus can't ignore, it
Rain it pour
Cats and dogs
I still show up to the door
Like a flo-rist
Get all yo flowers and vases
Embrace the invasive people
That smile in yo face
Can't wait to start hatin
Soon as they part from your grace
Jus don't step on my shoes
I drive my car wit no brakes
I had the car with the tape
The Aux ready to shake
Bootleggin the greats
Cuz Thas when music was great
New dudes can't relate
I guess I'm finally old
I guess I'm finally ready
To see what the universe holds
So Look low and behold
Look low and behold I kno muffuckas
That ain't fucking wit now
They in love wit that other shit
Wit they cup full of brown
All that keep it a hunned shit
Kill if you love her shit
Die with they brother shit
All that Gun and that butter shit
See
I kno muffuckas
That ain't fucking wit now
They in love wit that other shit
Wit they cup full of brown
All that keep it a hunned shit
Kill if you love her shit
Die with they brother shit
All that Gun and that butter shit
They want it
It's gone be a war
They think I'm crazy
But I can't ignore it
I know the law
And I know the flaws
I know the Things
That we can't afford
Insure this mortgage
And need a phone
We need nice things
For our own applause
N The awards
Soak thru your pours
Exiting the liquor
From the night before
What's to become of a nigga
That promised mama he got her
Promised My brothers no different
Won't break the trust of my father
I swear I think about my tt
When I open my wallet
Just wishin she cud come see it
I promised her I'd pay homage
Its good to kno I followed thru
Wit what I said that I wud do
Bare foot in Malibu
Sand between my toes
U Cant do that in Chicago boo
But keys still open doors, right right? Ya
I kno muffuckas
That ain't fucking wit now
They in love wit that other shit
Wit they cup full of brown
All that keep it a hunned shit
Kill if you love her shit
Die with they brother shit
All that Gun and that butter shit
See
I kno muffuckas
That ain't fucking wit now
They in love wit that other shit
Wit they cup full of brown
All that keep it a hunned shit
Kill if you love her shit
Die with they brother shit
All that Gun and that butter shit
They want it
I told em all
It's would be a war
They think I'm crazy
I jus can't ignore, it
Rain it pour
Cats and dogs
I still show up to the door
Like a flo-rist
Get all yo flowers and vases
Embrace the invasive people
That smile in yo face
Can't wait to start hatin
Soon as they part from your grace
Jus don't step on my shoes
I drive my car wit no brakes
I had the car with the tape
The Aux ready to shake
Bootleggin the greats
Cuz Thas when music was great
New dudes can't relate
I guess I'm finally old
I guess I'm finally ready
To see what the universe holds
So Look low and behold
Look low and behold I kno muffuckas
That ain't fucking wit now
They in love wit that other shit
Wit they cup full of brown
All that keep it a hunned shit
Kill if you love her shit
Die with they brother shit
All that Gun and that butter shit
See
I kno muffuckas
That ain't fucking wit now
They in love wit that other shit
Wit they cup full of brown
All that keep it a hunned shit
Kill if you love her shit
Die with they brother shit
All that Gun and that butter shit
They want it
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Writer(s): Iman.
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