Solid Ken - A lot (feat. King Solid) Lyrics

Game of love we play
It's like a different kind of game of love each day
And the feeling comes so fast
The words will never last

Till the end of the road
As we're miles apart
We don't cut, we passin' hoes
Got big racks, now I pray for those

I just want my pockets stuffed with blues
Yeah, we chasin' those
I feel like it's nothin' I can't lose
Why you hatin' for

I f*cked up a lot
Took risks for what I got
Pockets filled with knots
You tried that shit, you shot

I ran that shit back up again
I did that shit a lot
I f*cked up now I'm up again
You crazy if you plaque

I done got my bag up
Poppin' all these racks blue
Nigga back, not tryin' nothin
Play, bitch, we gon' smack you

Nigga think shit sweet, we drop a bag
See what them racks do
Nigga play with me, just know it sucks
Soon as I catch you

I been in the streets for real
Everyday new dollar bills
They don't know how this shit feel
Came from nothin', we used to pill

We was out there takin' shit, bitch
We ain't never still
I throw back an adder
Grab my double cup and pop a seal

I get in my mode
Chasin' paper, I ain't chasin' hoes
Bitches on my dick, but I don't cuff em
I just f*ckin' go

She get lit when I pop ball
To tell your hoe come drive the boat
I might just want an idol
But she know the highway play a role

She say she want a new coat
I say I just want some thoat
I know she a freak for sure
But y'all know I can't cuff her though

Niggas droppin' salt
Don't even know that hoe keep showin' me
All these niggas actin' just like bitches
Ain't no ho in me

Forever silent till my casket close
We don't cuff, we passin' hoes
Got big racks, now I pray for those
I just want my pocket stuffed with blues

Yeah, we chasin' hoes
I feel like it's nothin' I can't lose
Why you hatin' hoes
I f*cked up a lot

Took risks for what I got
Pockets filled with knots
You tried that shit, you shot
I ran that shit back up again

I did that shit a lot
I f*cked up, now I'm up again
You crazy if you plaid
I just want an M&M's

Play crazy, we shoot him and him
I go on the road and make them racks
Then I get the trim
Play with us, we take a limb

Pair the ball, bro, at the rim
Hoes on me, my pocket fat
They weren't around when they was slim
I think that shit crazy

Nigga broke, he lazy
They askin' me why I go hard
Because that street shit made me
Every day I'm doin' fraud

I'm with it if it pay me
And every night I talk to God
I know I been trippin' lately
Cause I can't crash out

I just took so many pills
I might just pass out
And nigga don't know how I feel
I might just spaz out

When the f*ck he wanna smoke
I put his ass out
I want that shit, I cash out
Pull up, now we blast out

All these bitches wanna use niggas
I done really stepped on shit so much
I think my shoes is bigger
I just dropped a Lego in my stick

I don't even use a pillow
If that shit is sick, fake or lit
Then I'll do it with you
Nigga hoe, we abusing

Forever silent till my cash is closed
We don't cut, we passin' hoes
Got big racks, now I pray for those
I just want my pocket stuffed with blues

Yeah, we chasin' hoes
I feel like it's nothin' I can't lose
Why you hatin' for
I f*cked up a lot

Took risks for what I got
Pockets filled with knots
You tried that shit, you shot
I ran that shit back up again

I did that shit a lot
I f*cked up, now I'm up again
You crazy if you play
Crazy bitch