Limousine

I’m like a seven layer cake with it
When I spit that vagrant shit
Take your bitch
You like smokers cough?
Who your favorite is
And Timbs laser cut
Crispy like they kettle cooked
They asked me if I’m getting money
I don’t know, I never looked
But go for dolo, cause it’s lonely at the top
And season chickens like adobo
Got some coco for the flock
Fuck the popo, I’m a cop
Asked my mom to use her car again
Make this music now in case
I never starve again
Pardon friend, evil thoughts from tarnished hearts amened
Write them down is not to harbor them
Can we start again?
Dope song is a song about dope
And all your people strung out it feel wrong to go home
I spit that wild shit, It’s all that I know
All of you broke and still trying to get on
You’re 40 years old
And tell your mans stop gnawing that rope thought he should know
I’m «Hit dog» Mo Vaughn when talking to hoes
Probably ask you what your interest are
Who you be with?
I like a motivated broad who could keep a secret
Twenty-seven inch zenith
Lonely in a limousine with three chicks
Fuck it
In a limousine with three chicks
Lonely in a limousine with three chicks
In a limousine with three chicks
Lonely in a limousine with three chicks