MENTAL
Yuh
Bad bitch
Light tan
My type
I'm finna hit her for another night stand
And her mans outta town took A flight in
She looking for happiness baby I'm what you type in
She think I sprinkled angle dust upon my night stick
The night shift is on 4 rounds she really likes it
My hands rubbing up and down on her privates
Looked into her eyes sparked A light up inside it
Soul lookin rose gold
Trynna mold it
But life got me in A chokehold
Feeling frozen
Eyes closed but the third's wide open
I'm trynna focus
On rapping real not bogus
Industry shit I be dreamin bout A Lotus
Strollin slow movin coast to coast Michael Jordon
Fully loaded
While I'm fully clothed
In some clothes that the wealthy muhfuckas tend to notice
Ten toes no jokes money is the focus
Long road with bitterness and they call it show biz
Yea fasho bitch
(Ching) is the motive
Different mindset
Well get the fuck below my floor bitch
Niggas talking like empty vessels
If you stepped out my life imma let you go cause you're meant to
Shawty you're for the night ion want you to think you special
So I park the lotus up and go pick her up in a rental
Acting all outta line imma straighten you like A stencil
And she wants another night but tonight I'm fixing my mental
She call me all the time trynna tell me she missed her menstrual
But I nutted in her eyes
Don't you see A child ain't gon bless you
She thinks I'm foolish she wants a bag
But I need A bag too
So I cut her ass A cheque for a cent and tell her
(Yea that'll do)
I'm neva backtracking I stay snappin on raps dude
And I need an automatic cause if you play imma clap you
Mac gon eat you like fast food
The irony makes me laugh dude
Leaving you in the past turned him charcoal
Chop' left you black dude
Scrubbing yo body down the mortician do what yo rag do
I took some bread out and she told me
(My ass gon clap you)
(Damn bitch)
It ain't even the money boy imma natural
I been actively spazzin '4 I got in my bag fool
45 Tucked in my satchel
Whether I'm talking racks or A gat
Come take A guess fool
You ain't no intellect fool
Bad bitch
Light tan
My type
I'm finna hit her for another night stand
And her mans outta town took A flight in
She looking for happiness baby I'm what you type in
She think I sprinkled angle dust upon my night stick
The night shift is on 4 rounds she really likes it
My hands rubbing up and down on her privates
Looked into her eyes sparked A light up inside it
Soul lookin rose gold
Trynna mold it
But life got me in A chokehold
Feeling frozen
Eyes closed but the third's wide open
I'm trynna focus
On rapping real not bogus
Industry shit I be dreamin bout A Lotus
Strollin slow movin coast to coast Michael Jordon
Fully loaded
While I'm fully clothed
In some clothes that the wealthy muhfuckas tend to notice
Ten toes no jokes money is the focus
Long road with bitterness and they call it show biz
Yea fasho bitch
(Ching) is the motive
Different mindset
Well get the fuck below my floor bitch
Niggas talking like empty vessels
If you stepped out my life imma let you go cause you're meant to
Shawty you're for the night ion want you to think you special
So I park the lotus up and go pick her up in a rental
Acting all outta line imma straighten you like A stencil
And she wants another night but tonight I'm fixing my mental
She call me all the time trynna tell me she missed her menstrual
But I nutted in her eyes
Don't you see A child ain't gon bless you
She thinks I'm foolish she wants a bag
But I need A bag too
So I cut her ass A cheque for a cent and tell her
(Yea that'll do)
I'm neva backtracking I stay snappin on raps dude
And I need an automatic cause if you play imma clap you
Mac gon eat you like fast food
The irony makes me laugh dude
Leaving you in the past turned him charcoal
Chop' left you black dude
Scrubbing yo body down the mortician do what yo rag do
I took some bread out and she told me
(My ass gon clap you)
(Damn bitch)
It ain't even the money boy imma natural
I been actively spazzin '4 I got in my bag fool
45 Tucked in my satchel
Whether I'm talking racks or A gat
Come take A guess fool
You ain't no intellect fool
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Writer(s): Sentwali Coore
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