Lyrics

Work on the curse, can't find no remote
Had to, had to, had to stuck it on the wall
Had to stand in the middle of the door, you know, just off the cell
What am I talking about?
Hey, yeah, hey, uh
Hey, yeah, hey, uh
Hey, yeah, hey, uh
Hey yeah, hey
Had to stand on the ground, death out the soul
Bitch, I'm going hard 'til they give me the rope
I got some shit I could pull out the vault
I broke out that thing, he don't pull out his coat
She sayin' I'm sexy, I singin' his notes
Turn on the beat, eatin' all my flow
I need it like spicy, be eatin' the hoes
She's showing her panties, she's doing the most
I had to take a shot 'cause I was old
She in a little bad bitch, she from Oak
That ain't no guy, boy, what you smoke?
I had to pad it right like I'm Joe
I had to take a break 'cause I'm tweaked
We so cold, baby, I'm a demon
We don't do a pose, baby, just a little
Take her to the room, Michael Jackson beat it
Yeah, baby steps, I'm focused on my goal
Yeah, life is really starting to take a toll
But thank God, cause lately I've been on a fuckin' roll
No sushi, but lately I've been on a fuckin' roll
Probably on account of all these blunts that I just left to roll
If you get to tweakin'
We gon' treat you like you fuckin' stole
If you hit that lick, you better not say nothing, better not tell a soul
**** get to blicking, we pull up in the Like G.I. Joe
Shorty, God could bring you with a thotchy on the road
Empty out your brain
And that's usually just how you find the flow
God could bring me jam
I'm playing around inside the snow
Starchild, I'm the starchild
They say I gotta glow
Had to stand on the ground, death out the soul
Bitch, I'm going hard 'til they give me the rope
I got some shit I could pull out the vault
I broke out that thing, he don't pull out his coat
She sayin' I'm sexy, I singin' his notes
Turn on the beat, eatin' all my flow
I need it like spicy, be eatin' the hoes
She's showing her panties, she's doing the most
Written by: Joshua Garcia
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