Who the f*ck is this?
Ringin' me at 10:44 in the morning, it's dawning now I'm yawning
Never would of thought of this
Stand up stepping all over my SEGA cartridges, the hardest part of any morning
Where u get no sleep, eyes closed, don't know where ur going
IPhone ringing, my wifey jada calling, so I answer
Hey baby, what's going on
And the sound of my tone, so cold, deep, and pretty raspy
Nights after i smoke blunts
Go to sleep and expect to conversate with motherf*ckers, it's pretty nasty
I'm coming over soon, she explained, so I wonder how the f*ck ima keep her entertained
And I'm walking around stressing bout how ima see the day
I take a long shower an hour before the wait of the next text message on my fone I will delay
To even see the written page
I go to my computer, Beats 4 Brothels 2, a classic from Doppelgangaz
Black man, white man, so u know its fire, Waka Flocka Flame when the L needs a lighter
Headed to the closet, red Coogi sweater on, black supreme hat to the Max, Matching Birdman's Aston
It really never matters but as long as she ok then I'm cool with the fact that she finds me attractive
Breakin' up the buds, crack open the bluntvilles, waiting for my download for the mood to feel real tight
Kinda like ya skirt is, life is a bitch, till u meet her in person
Personally I feel its urgent, to pet the pussy once, after blazing many blunts
I know you having fun, making all these funny noises, while I'm playing with that cunt
One day turned to plus 3 months, we in the cut
Shorty pulled up in a maxima, Rollin down her window with aromas of the pack, u know she with it for the action
Walk her to the crib, like she was late for her lab session, she has some class but was drop by her last lesson
So I play position, she wanna listen to the A, she into favoritism
We talking music but she act like she never had a feeling, of my missile launching in her base during intermission
And her eyes wide open, and her mouth sewn shut, mami tells me keep it going
And she pulls my hair, dick waxing bootious Maximus
She backs it up, Magnum packed with more than half my nut
She poppin' bottles of that pinnacle, down the hatchet, ratchet bitch calling my jack and my modem crashing
Pissed like a dirty diaper on my niece's ass, screaming like my nephew Troy, once I heal the rash
Waiting for my download, see a couple beats for the moment I could blast on my surround sound
Now I'm wildin' out, with the album not done, and I'm rocking bits and pieces writing 16's
Shorty asked me, if I keep it 100
I replied I put the G in the Genesis
Sweetie you won't believe me If I told u nobody keeps a buck, real niggas do real things, throw the hash
In the basket, 91%
Down the hatchet, 91%
Don't stash it, 91%
Just pass it, 91%
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English
Who the f*ck is this?
Ringin' me at 10:44 in the morning, it's dawning now I'm yawning
Never would of thought of this
Stand up stepping all over my SEGA cartridges, the hardest part of any morning
Where u get no sleep, eyes closed, don't know where ur going
IPhone ringing, my wifey jada calling, so I answer
Hey baby, what's going on
And the sound of my tone, so cold, deep, and pretty raspy
Nights after i smoke blunts
Go to sleep and expect to conversate with motherf*ckers, it's pretty nasty
I'm coming over soon, she explained, so I wonder how the f*ck ima keep her entertained
And I'm walking around stressing bout how ima see the day
I take a long shower an hour before the wait of the next text message on my fone I will delay
To even see the written page
I go to my computer, Beats 4 Brothels 2, a classic from Doppelgangaz
Black man, white man, so u know its fire, Waka Flocka Flame when the L needs a lighter
Headed to the closet, red Coogi sweater on, black supreme hat to the Max, Matching Birdman's Aston
It really never matters but as long as she ok then I'm cool with the fact that she finds me attractive
Breakin' up the buds, crack open the bluntvilles, waiting for my download for the mood to feel real tight
Kinda like ya skirt is, life is a bitch, till u meet her in person
Personally I feel its urgent, to pet the pussy once, after blazing many blunts
I know you having fun, making all these funny noises, while I'm playing with that cunt
One day turned to plus 3 months, we in the cut
Shorty pulled up in a maxima, Rollin down her window with aromas of the pack, u know she with it for the action
Walk her to the crib, like she was late for her lab session, she has some class but was drop by her last lesson
So I play position, she wanna listen to the A, she into favoritism
We talking music but she act like she never had a feeling, of my missile launching in her base during intermission
And her eyes wide open, and her mouth sewn shut, mami tells me keep it going
And she pulls my hair, dick waxing bootious Maximus
She backs it up, Magnum packed with more than half my nut
She poppin' bottles of that pinnacle, down the hatchet, ratchet bitch calling my jack and my modem crashing
Pissed like a dirty diaper on my niece's ass, screaming like my nephew Troy, once I heal the rash
Waiting for my download, see a couple beats for the moment I could blast on my surround sound
Now I'm wildin' out, with the album not done, and I'm rocking bits and pieces writing 16's
Shorty asked me, if I keep it 100
I replied I put the G in the Genesis
Sweetie you won't believe me If I told u nobody keeps a buck, real niggas do real things, throw the hash
In the basket, 91%
Down the hatchet, 91%
Don't stash it, 91%
Just pass it, 91%
Ringin' me at 10:44 in the morning, it's dawning now I'm yawning
Never would of thought of this
Stand up stepping all over my SEGA cartridges, the hardest part of any morning
Where u get no sleep, eyes closed, don't know where ur going
IPhone ringing, my wifey jada calling, so I answer
Hey baby, what's going on
And the sound of my tone, so cold, deep, and pretty raspy
Nights after i smoke blunts
Go to sleep and expect to conversate with motherf*ckers, it's pretty nasty
I'm coming over soon, she explained, so I wonder how the f*ck ima keep her entertained
And I'm walking around stressing bout how ima see the day
I take a long shower an hour before the wait of the next text message on my fone I will delay
To even see the written page
I go to my computer, Beats 4 Brothels 2, a classic from Doppelgangaz
Black man, white man, so u know its fire, Waka Flocka Flame when the L needs a lighter
Headed to the closet, red Coogi sweater on, black supreme hat to the Max, Matching Birdman's Aston
It really never matters but as long as she ok then I'm cool with the fact that she finds me attractive
Breakin' up the buds, crack open the bluntvilles, waiting for my download for the mood to feel real tight
Kinda like ya skirt is, life is a bitch, till u meet her in person
Personally I feel its urgent, to pet the pussy once, after blazing many blunts
I know you having fun, making all these funny noises, while I'm playing with that cunt
One day turned to plus 3 months, we in the cut
Shorty pulled up in a maxima, Rollin down her window with aromas of the pack, u know she with it for the action
Walk her to the crib, like she was late for her lab session, she has some class but was drop by her last lesson
So I play position, she wanna listen to the A, she into favoritism
We talking music but she act like she never had a feeling, of my missile launching in her base during intermission
And her eyes wide open, and her mouth sewn shut, mami tells me keep it going
And she pulls my hair, dick waxing bootious Maximus
She backs it up, Magnum packed with more than half my nut
She poppin' bottles of that pinnacle, down the hatchet, ratchet bitch calling my jack and my modem crashing
Pissed like a dirty diaper on my niece's ass, screaming like my nephew Troy, once I heal the rash
Waiting for my download, see a couple beats for the moment I could blast on my surround sound
Now I'm wildin' out, with the album not done, and I'm rocking bits and pieces writing 16's
Shorty asked me, if I keep it 100
I replied I put the G in the Genesis
Sweetie you won't believe me If I told u nobody keeps a buck, real niggas do real things, throw the hash
In the basket, 91%
Down the hatchet, 91%
Don't stash it, 91%
Just pass it, 91%
Writer: T. Smith
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