Inna Zyada Pyaar

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Tryna get a plateful We can all eat but what you bringing to the table? Did it on my own, I don't need a fucking label Cooking up this coke man, I mix it with the ladle Been a bad yute since the cradle We got the strap stamp, that's the staple I pull it out and I give the bitch a facial I got the white and the brown, interracial They ain't real, they're on the mic telling fables Pharmacist, I got the snow for your nasal She just whiffed up a eight-ball Good looking but that bitch is unstable She's a demon with the face of an angel I could nevеr trust her man, that bitch is unfaithful Babestation, man that bitch is on cable You could givе her the world, she'd still be ungrateful [Verse 2] Bad B, now she changing for me When I first met her she came with a fee When I first met her I came in my jeans I got runners, I sell caine in my sleep He got caught with a brick and he blamed it on me Drew for the steel and he aimed it at me We're still living dangerously Catch him on the strip, I'll leave his brains on the street Man ah tryna get her on deen But she just wants Celine and Alexander McQueen I ain't seen you in six months, baby where you been? I was up in cunch, I was serving up the fiends In a brass house with an actress Fifteen shots in the handgun Fifty bands stuffed in a dirty mattress In a council flat dreaming bout Rari's and mansions
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Credits
- Producers
- Spookz Beatz
- JxmieMusic