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Feet Up
by
Rittz
Featuring(s) : Paul Wall
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This shit should be against the law for me to be this raw I wonder who's keeping score My pinky ring lookin' like it needs dethawed Drinking Jim Beam PBR I think she caught Eye contact recognized I rap, now she's in awe My pressure might take your breath away, she need CPR CNT from the G.C, we dem boys Some rap some keep that soft Got the weed, got the speed, we got that boy Jays talking with the geeked up jaw Got a glee 44 off in the glove box cocked if somebody on my team get robbed We gon' leave this apartment looking like a horror flick, party like a scene from SAW ? , everything in place Funny how much money that my ink pen made From New Zealand to England they scream my name I ain't stoppin' 'til I'm kingpin paid Pussy pig skin pink and she keep her thing thing shaved But her face really not that attractive Tried to snort up all the blow, I'ma tell her go 'Cause she got a nose like a shop vac attachment Fuck a ho with my gold chain on ? glasses Soap opera actor, no far from it Let the bitch ride, I don’t need carpoolin She did kind of swallow and start gargling Why you gotta throw salt, y’all talk too much Can’t dodge bullets, no Keanu Reeves You make believe like Apollo Creed Somebody put the crown on me Hook: Cuz I’ve been living like a king, I got my feet up Keep it peaceful but my homie got the heater You know we strappin, I don’t pay attention to your mean mugs CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us You know you can not Get my shit for free when I see my weed plug Couple bitches in the bathroom doing key bumps They going in and all around the world and I receive love CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us You know you can’t, bitch Verse 2: Should have known I fuck a story on the mic like Conan I stretch you out like a Trojan man Who the fuck said you my broham Somebody call the animal control on him Like a Doberman bit his owner’s hand On the road with the dopest fans I can tell you wanna grow like a coca plant I done fucked that bitch, but we don’t hold hands Your new girlfriend is an old romance You can have that bitch I can’t Remember that much about the times we fucked But I know that she don’t suck dick that great Man I wish you luck, got the pistol tucked In a midnight Chevy Colorado Long hair hangin’ out the beanie People see me and they say I’m like a fatter Polamalu Get your head cracked like a half an avocado Split wide, homies can not have you in their household Zip tie, talking shit I’ll run into your mouse hole Bitch, I rest in peace, speaker ??? Homie hit me up in heaven now And they proud sayin’ Rittz still spazzin Made another independent biz transaction Sitting in the crib with a bitch Bout to hit this dab rig Hook: I’ve been living like a king, I got my feet up Keep it peaceful but my homie got the heater You know we strappin, I don’t pay attention to your mean mugs CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us You know you can not Get my shit for free when I see my weed plug Couple bitches in the bathroom doing key bumps They going in and all around the world and I receive love CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us You know you can’t, bitch Paul Wall Verse : Some people real good at getting cake Other people real good at being snakes I’m trying to accumulate all that I can make I don’t take breaks, gotta hit the brakes I don’t associate with fakes Why you caught up in the hate, I’ma shake Gotta push up like weights I got red paint with gold flakes Gotta watch out for these flakes Got big tape, that’s red tape I want the head, not the headache I go and get it, fuck fate I’m true to the game, I won’t forsake All day and all dates, the grind comes first I’m trying to get me three commas And avoid that hearse Be dead or dead broke I don’t know what’s worse So kill the converse , I’m back on the search Paul Wall baby Hook: I’ve been living like a king, I got my feet up Keep it peaceful but my homie got the heater You know we strappin, I don’t pay attention to your mean mugs CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us You know you can not Get my shit for free when I see my weed plug Couple bitches in the bathroom doing key bumps They going in and all around the world and I receive love CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us You know you can’t, bitch
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