Otto Yanz - Hiatus Lyrics

Yea we singing like
I said we singing like
Keep singing like

Hey
Broken bottles, mans hot with crooked faces
Crooked Cops, milk faces like slave racist
Shoot me down white cracker you gotta raise and
My family weeping, headlines of news pages
Let's not mistake it some good but some fakin
I get my cake and eat it all my safe haven
Please Freemason salesman on broad street
You did me wrong, cut you off with such ease
We puffin trees, getting high we feel the Breeze
Then overseas making money we making green
My expertise, tease my girl then back to sleep
She start to creep diamond girl she far from cheap
Hair done, nails done, them pretty feet
I guess I'm playing like em slim a bit petite
So now I'm focused going hard a lil ghosting
The dead weight sluggish thighs the leg weight
I move weight, power trippin, moscato sippin
Oh why you flippin we in the kitchen just cooking chicken

So homie listen
Sick women will give you children

Hope she ain't bitchin
Pray to god you make a million
You get that feelin? attention whore will keep you prisoned

That's her commission, the weak dudes that stay persistent
Cannot envision locked up in your submission

So get the message and get the stepping I'm out detention
Bitch