Dilliano Suavé - HALF BAKED Lyrics

Runnin' been runnin' so long
Said she ain't cum in so long
Crummy Crummy Callin' shots
Chummy with all of my opps'
(Woah woah)
She oh so cold
Shawty' five below
F*ck on her for the collage
You know
Still f*ckin' for the facade
I suppose
Pass her off she that baton
For the bros
Fun dun' done f*cked up my lungs
Can't get in touch with my plug
Business is business no love round here
It's a Fight for a knife in the mud
Cause the Moon light ain't shit to the sun
And a sharp knife ain't shit to a gun
In the spotlight that shit ain't no fun
Hoppin' fences yeah we on the run
(Yeah yeah)
Callin' back home wit my Callin' cards
Passionate dome leave my callin' card
Blood thirsty Hoes wall to wall (yeah yeah)
Chris breezy move wit the sauce (yeah yeah)
Want maggiano's I told her nah
Date at donatos she call it off
Stay round soprano's eat wit the don
Skate round the problem she tony hawk
(Yeah yeah)
Like frank said we was just kids back then
Half baked smokin' on mid back then,
We was outside runnin' from the feds back then,
In our down time looking for some head back then
You'd feel way way way way way way
Back when,
Down time what did we feel
Way way way way way way back when?
(Yeah yeah yeah)
Like frank said we was just kids back then
Half baked smokin' on mid back then,
We was outside runnin' from the feds back then,
In our down time looking for some head back then
You'd feel way way way way way way
Back when,
Down time what did we feel
Way way way way way way back when?
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Pretty pussy on the Telly' Linen
Sticky when she hit the lobby probably get to limpin'
Willy or woody no good at pacin' that spinach
In Philly for the booking gang faded in the sprinter van (yeah yeah)
Nots' that's Silly bands
Guapedad Benjamin's
Opps get the ceiling fan
Spinnin' then we spin again (woah woah)
Spilled milk gilligan
Didn't get the sentiment
F*cked when I let her in
Baby caught her second wind (ahh ahh)
Lottie got a bear heart
Hard getting in her pants
Molly in her dear park
Gone' hit dat' river dance (woah woah)
Told a bitty get lost
Her, she a bigger fan
Beat a city bitch raw ( yeah yeah)
Burn like the wickerman
(Woah)
Nigga gotta' hit it with precision
It's a science to the Mariah Carey's
And Barrymore's (ha ha ha)
Barely me, who are you? not a relevant source
Bet a Nigga Bare to see that little record award
(Woah woah)
Pretty hoes swear they ready for war
But when the feline sore shawty' beggin' for more
(Yeah yeah)
I need my Gianna Dior in all kinda' Dior
Dm kehlani on tour but she kindly ignored (yeah)
I'm Fearin' by the year's end won't be hearing
Your voice
Still peerin' at the rear end of a Lira Galore
(Yeah)
The Mirror get harder to look at
When your smiles is forced
Bad memories, I had the smart trip
Ridin' to work
(ha ha)
Petty hoes waste time, waste time
Pretty hoes bayside, waistline
Skinny hoes FaceTime, FaceTime
Niggas can't hang like me
Niggas doing state time, stateside
Niggas on play time, paid time
F*ck it Ima' take mine, take mine
Niggas ain't made like me