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Craigslist Video (MV)




Performed By: Soulface Sage
Language: English
Length: 3:40
Written by: Chase Bates




Soulface Sage - Craigslist Lyrics
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Yeah I'm on the way
I'll be there in like 30 minutes
Okay, Uh Uh Uh
Stack me a check
Go head stack me a millie
I talked to the homie, he asked for a ticket
I'm throwing these jabs but you didn't listen
Uh Uh
Stack me a check
Go head stack me a millie
I talked to the homie, he asked for a ticket
I'm throwing these jabs but you didn't listen
Floor or the bed, Uh
R.L. with the comfort, saving my bread
I'm with my brothers no Warner, yeah I'm tryna shine
Forever my prime, no Amazon
Let's order instead, jus' open your legs
I eat it like Cinnabon
She feel my baton, I know you been horny
Yeah she tryna feel me, no camera
Jus' talked to my momma
And her son kinda crazy, no Pamela
Yeah, you heard what I said
I'm hot like a sauna, you been actin' dead
You made the list not talkin' bout Craig
A snake that's been flakin', the way that you shed
She ride like a horse, but not Mr. Ed
Run that back, Uh
Floor or the bed, Uh
R.L. with the comfort, saving my bread
I'm with my brothers no Warner, yeah I'm tryna shine
Forever my prime, no Amazon
Let's order instead, jus' open your legs
I eat like it's Cinnabon
She feel my baton, I know that you horny
Yeah she tryna feel me, no camera
Jus' talked to my momma
And her son kinda crazy, no Pamela
Yeah, you heard what I said
I'm hot like a sauna, you been actin' dead
You made the list not talkin' bout Craig
A snake that's been flakin', the way that you shed
She ride like a horse, but not Mr. Ed
Not Mr. Ed, Uh
Floor or the bed, Uh
R.L. with the comfort, saving my bread
I'm with my brothers no Warner, yeah I'm tryna shine
Forever my prime, no Amazon
Let's order instead, jus' open your legs
I eat like it's Cinnabon
She feel my baton, I know you been horny
You ain't hit me back, now I'm movin' forward
From now on you former
Now you turning red, but not Mr. Forman
I ain't gotta beg
I think you the feds
I'm settin' a trend, for me that is normal
I'm hittin' a homer, no Simpson
You think that I'm hurt but I'm really skippin'
No Bayless, I ain't gotta pay less
You got all the symptoms
I say what I want
I'm not feelin' pressed
I'm rarely impressed
She feelin' depressed
I open her legs and give her a kiss
You not on my level, I'm not tryna diss
O.T.Dub, I'm leavin' the crib
I'm out in the open, I ain't ever hid
I'm catching a vibe, not talking bout' mitt
I shoot for the top, I don't want the mid
Hol' on, chill
We not goin' back to the old days
Not goin' back to the old ways
She ride like a Razor, no Dollar Shave
I smack on her back, tell her misbehave
I been on the map, I'm killing the game
I lay it to rest, it's under the grave
A road, what I pave
I 'm one of the greats
My last name is Bates, no motel
I'm fly like a dragon, no propels
I'm training today, no Denzel
Stack me a check
Gotta stack me a millie
I talked to the homie, he asked for a ticket
I'm throwing these jabs but you wouldn't listen
Floor or the bed, floor or the bed, Uh
Stack me a check go head and stack me a
She feel my baton, I know you been horny
You ain't hit me back, now I'm movin' forward
From now on you former
Now you turning red, but not Mr. Forman
I ain't gotta beg
I think you the feds
I'm setting' a trend, for me that is normal
I'm hittin' a homer, no Simpson
You think that I'm hurt but I'm really skippin'
No Bayless, I ain't gotta pay less
You got all the symptoms
I say what I want
I'm not feelin' pressed
I'm rarely impressed
She feelin' depressed
I open her legs and give her a kiss
You not on my level, I'm not tryna diss
We not goin' back to the old days
Not goin' back to the old ways
She ride like a Razor, no Dollar Shave
I smack on her back, tell her misbehave
I been on the map, I'm killing the game
We not goin' back to the old days
Not goin' back to the old ways
She ride like a Razor, no Dollar Shave
I smack on her back, tell her misbehave
I been on the map, I'm killing the game
I lay it to rest, it's under the grave
A road, what I pave
I'm one of the greats
My last name is Bates
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Yeah I'm on the way
I'll be there in like 30 minutes
Okay, Uh Uh Uh
Stack me a check
Go head stack me a millie
I talked to the homie, he asked for a ticket
I'm throwing these jabs but you didn't listen
Uh Uh
Stack me a check
Go head stack me a millie
I talked to the homie, he asked for a ticket
I'm throwing these jabs but you didn't listen
Floor or the bed, Uh
R.L. with the comfort, saving my bread
I'm with my brothers no Warner, yeah I'm tryna shine
Forever my prime, no Amazon
Let's order instead, jus' open your legs
I eat it like Cinnabon
She feel my baton, I know you been horny
Yeah she tryna feel me, no camera
Jus' talked to my momma
And her son kinda crazy, no Pamela
Yeah, you heard what I said
I'm hot like a sauna, you been actin' dead
You made the list not talkin' bout Craig
A snake that's been flakin', the way that you shed
She ride like a horse, but not Mr. Ed
Run that back, Uh
Floor or the bed, Uh
R.L. with the comfort, saving my bread
I'm with my brothers no Warner, yeah I'm tryna shine
Forever my prime, no Amazon
Let's order instead, jus' open your legs
I eat like it's Cinnabon
She feel my baton, I know that you horny
Yeah she tryna feel me, no camera
Jus' talked to my momma
And her son kinda crazy, no Pamela
Yeah, you heard what I said
I'm hot like a sauna, you been actin' dead
You made the list not talkin' bout Craig
A snake that's been flakin', the way that you shed
She ride like a horse, but not Mr. Ed
Not Mr. Ed, Uh
Floor or the bed, Uh
R.L. with the comfort, saving my bread
I'm with my brothers no Warner, yeah I'm tryna shine
Forever my prime, no Amazon
Let's order instead, jus' open your legs
I eat like it's Cinnabon
She feel my baton, I know you been horny
You ain't hit me back, now I'm movin' forward
From now on you former
Now you turning red, but not Mr. Forman
I ain't gotta beg
I think you the feds
I'm settin' a trend, for me that is normal
I'm hittin' a homer, no Simpson
You think that I'm hurt but I'm really skippin'
No Bayless, I ain't gotta pay less
You got all the symptoms
I say what I want
I'm not feelin' pressed
I'm rarely impressed
She feelin' depressed
I open her legs and give her a kiss
You not on my level, I'm not tryna diss
O.T.Dub, I'm leavin' the crib
I'm out in the open, I ain't ever hid
I'm catching a vibe, not talking bout' mitt
I shoot for the top, I don't want the mid
Hol' on, chill
We not goin' back to the old days
Not goin' back to the old ways
She ride like a Razor, no Dollar Shave
I smack on her back, tell her misbehave
I been on the map, I'm killing the game
I lay it to rest, it's under the grave
A road, what I pave
I 'm one of the greats
My last name is Bates, no motel
I'm fly like a dragon, no propels
I'm training today, no Denzel
Stack me a check
Gotta stack me a millie
I talked to the homie, he asked for a ticket
I'm throwing these jabs but you wouldn't listen
Floor or the bed, floor or the bed, Uh
Stack me a check go head and stack me a
She feel my baton, I know you been horny
You ain't hit me back, now I'm movin' forward
From now on you former
Now you turning red, but not Mr. Forman
I ain't gotta beg
I think you the feds
I'm setting' a trend, for me that is normal
I'm hittin' a homer, no Simpson
You think that I'm hurt but I'm really skippin'
No Bayless, I ain't gotta pay less
You got all the symptoms
I say what I want
I'm not feelin' pressed
I'm rarely impressed
She feelin' depressed
I open her legs and give her a kiss
You not on my level, I'm not tryna diss
We not goin' back to the old days
Not goin' back to the old ways
She ride like a Razor, no Dollar Shave
I smack on her back, tell her misbehave
I been on the map, I'm killing the game
We not goin' back to the old days
Not goin' back to the old ways
She ride like a Razor, no Dollar Shave
I smack on her back, tell her misbehave
I been on the map, I'm killing the game
I lay it to rest, it's under the grave
A road, what I pave
I'm one of the greats
My last name is Bates
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Writer: Chase Bates
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