CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Lou Rawls in Streetwear
Yeah
F**k
Uh
Beast the body bag in the Gmail
Post it in Inglewood in front of the seashell
Rappers telling weak tales
F**k 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 f**k that want slaps of d**k
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
F**k I look like, a f**king sugar daddy
B*t*h I look good in caddys
N***as run fast in the hood but hate track meets
I fell asleep at the derby, the sh*t was boring
Went to see Chiraq in the theater, n***as snoring
Smoking on big cannons
That’s word to my n***a 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 sh*t
I seen Oprah one time and day dreamed she grabbed my d**k (Baby)
They playing Lou Rawls in the elevator
Elevated, delicate moments stoking on radiators
The only n***a 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 a** kicked
Spit about five times the planet injected with a whole lot of bullsh*t
I could name but I’m high
Nobody loves me so I love white rice
(That sh*t dry as f**k)
Send them that sh*t 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-f**king-believable
Sending sauce to your mother f**king Gmail b*t*h
F**k
Uh
Beast the body bag in the Gmail
Post it in Inglewood in front of the seashell
Rappers telling weak tales
F**k 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 f**k that want slaps of d**k
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
F**k I look like, a f**king sugar daddy
B*t*h I look good in caddys
N***as run fast in the hood but hate track meets
I fell asleep at the derby, the sh*t was boring
Went to see Chiraq in the theater, n***as snoring
Smoking on big cannons
That’s word to my n***a 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 sh*t
I seen Oprah one time and day dreamed she grabbed my d**k (Baby)
They playing Lou Rawls in the elevator
Elevated, delicate moments stoking on radiators
The only n***a 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 a** kicked
Spit about five times the planet injected with a whole lot of bullsh*t
I could name but I’m high
Nobody loves me so I love white rice
(That sh*t dry as f**k)
Send them that sh*t 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-f**king-believable
Sending sauce to your mother f**king Gmail b*t*h
