Pappadeaux Platter

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[Intro] Mr. Rogers [Verse 1: Le$] My bitch sayin' that I'll never change She prolly right, I'm fuckin' hoes and still be ridin' swangs Up late at night, be in them jungles where them gangsters hang Draco with bananas for gorillas and orangutans Shit, I do all types of things, see, ya'll play all kind of games Me, I go get high just to be high, they high to hide the pain Had to kill some niggas metaphorically, just watch your aim Livin' and I'm free so at this point I really can't complain Flippin' to that McDon', thought the game over; ain't even halftime Only reason that I'm still breezin', a nigga had mine Only reason that you ain't eatin' is 'cause you lack grind Basic vision, better get Lasik; you can't be that blind I'm flickin' ashes, hoppin' out the El Dorado Ain't no love, my heart is colder than a winter in Chicago You successful when you black, seem you still be duckin' hollows Talk to God like every night but he ain't promised me tomorrow, nine I toss and turn, I'm fightin' in my sleep My mind be racin' on that mission 'til this shit complete I rarely speak and couple niggas thought this shit was sweet Just know I handled all my conflicts out here in these streets Before I go fuck up my zone I'd rather be alone Them foreigns sittin' on them stocks, the Caddy on the chrome Think once this verse is finished, shit, I might go cop a Brohn Soon as you walk up in her crib, you smellin' my cologne [Chorus: Le$] Yeah, my bitch keep sayin' that I'll never change, yeah Yeah, my bitch keep sayin' that I'll never change, yeah [Interlude: Freddie Gibbs] My bitch keep tellin' me I'll never change, yeah Pretty face and a lil' pussy ain't gon'- gon' get my heart or no wedding rings Bitch, yeah, yeah yeah, Kane [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] God blessed me with today but he ain't promised me tomorrow Homie's a dope fiend with that drink, he made me drop at every bottle Boy, I got a million hoes in my face, fuck all the strippers and bottle models Bitch, I know you ain't got no cake, you fuck for likes and a couple follows Yeah yeah, they call me rabbit 'cause how I bounce on a bitch Can't suck this dick to pay yo rent, ho, I ain't housin' no bitch Fucked up and took this ho on trips, spent large amounts on this bitch I shoulda just "Fuck it: Whataburger, White Castle" the bitch But players fuck up and then it's right back to gettin' it A bitch couldn't trap me with triplets ho, I'm livin' it Chaz said these bitches was wicked, they get they dividends Ain't scared to go to court, smack a ho with a roll of Benjamins It's Kane Train but when I'm with you I'ma treat you like my main thing Bitch, use yo brain, told all my other hoes the same thing I'm off to the races You gets no paper, all I'm exchangin' is fuck faces, ya bitch [Outro: Freddie Gibbs] My bitch keep tellin' me I'll never change, yeah A lil' pussy, pretty face, ain't gon' get my heart or no wedding rings, yeah yeah Uh, bitch called my mama and then my mama said "Yo Bitch, why you trippin', he ain't gon' never change" Bitch, I was born into this shit and I'm up until I die, put that on the gang, yeah yeah
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Credits
- Writers
- LE$ (Texas)
- Freddie Gibbs