Lou Rawls in Streetwear

Lyrics
[Verse] Yeah Fuck Uh Beast the body bag in the Gmail Post it in Inglewood in front of the seashell Rappers telling weak tales Fuck the walk away music until my feet swell Chicks sign my details Big things come in small packages Laugh at chicks that's ugly as fuck that want slaps of dick Three Six Mafia world domination Loose magnums at the gas station Dig in the weed stash Pick up all the fine hoes that tell me their needs fast Fuck I look like, a fucking sugar daddy Bitch I look good in caddys Niggas run fast in the hood but hate track meets I fell asleep at the derby, the shit was boring Went to see Chiraq in the theater, niggas snoring Smoking on big cannons That's word to my nigga Goose blowing on Tropicana Still trying to drink a quart of water It's better than smoothies. Bеnding the rules how I'm killing you Go into an opera just to samplе shit I seen Oprah one time and day dreamed she grabbed my dick (Baby) They playing Lou Rawls in the elevator Elevated, delicate moments stoking on radiators The only nigga that be cruising to some Zion I This records the same as a fat kid staring at their mammas pie Don't touch, get your ass kicked Spit about five times the planet injected with a whole lot of bullshit I could name but I'm high Nobody loves me so I love white rice (That shit dry as fuck) Send them that shit via PayPal Same socks on for seven days straight, I stay foul (Ew) Chilling with my Detroit tiger She say eat you heart out, I dump the bodies in 8 Mile Un-fucking-believable Sending sauce to your mother fucking Gmail bitch
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Credits
- Writers
- Vic Spencer