letra de lunch room - sada baby
[intro]
ooh, rj
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy), yeah
[chorus]
don’t see sh-t unless it’s the money, what you in it for?
can’t have my main mans hungry, what you in it for?
man, you old n-ggas done, where the dinner fork?
told that b-tch we ain’t done, i’ma give her more (hold up)
[verse]
and if them blues runnin’ short, n-gga, let me know
my lil’ n-gga don’t do sh-t but hit that road
he just put a thousand pills in one of his hoes
i just made twenty bands off one of his loads
ice in my black st-tch, b-tches runnin’ my nose
count the strips, then the b-tch get to suckin’ my soul
b-tch keep tryna kiss my cup, i don’t want your cold
talkin’ wild, get the oj’s, n-gga, it’s on
i keep ten on me daily, i told n-ggas i wasn’t playin’
just spent ten on my baby, got “ghetto champagne” playin’
i’m that n-gga with the oh-ooh, yeah, yeah
shoot a n-gga ’til he through, a-dead, dead
want beef? f-ck the money, we gon’ carry all straps
got this big b-tch with me, halle berry off b-a-p-s
got my smart n-gga with me, he aware of all apps
pull up to a n-gga crib f-ckin’ with the google maps
get to ballin’ in the club like the monsters
fn turn the bar into a block party
told that b-tch it’s a dub in these rockstars
ain’t no hi-tech mud, i drink wockhardt
when i woke up, whippd the dope up
lame n-gga spoke up, we gon’ get him choked up
‘member when i had them beans in the focus
young n-gga keep them beams, don’t provoke us
like let me load up, keep your ho tucked
and we ain’t drinkin’ nothin’ clean, boy, you know us
keep a lot of dirty lean in a soda
been on the block, boy, and i got a rover
and i been slappin’ that dope from hood to hood
me and wildman goin’ ‘wood for ‘wood
in this b-tch like suge on bullsh-t
and i wish a n-gga would got a full clip
and you know i won’t hesitate to use it
hollow punch you with the fire like hadouken
shoot him up midrange like derozan
n-gga, all my chains extra frozen
and your b-tch kids love me like frozen
hmm, lebron with the bricks, i’m the chosen one
i’m buyin’ more clips ’cause it’s more than one
whole hush kit, f-ck golden son, huh
security just let me get the gun in here
p-ssy n-gga, this is right where the fun begin
i got the lil’ draky-drake with the drum in here
cookie bullets make you cough up a lung in here
ayy, i prayed to god, asked him please, come right my wrongs
i fell in love with a thot ’cause she twerked in my song
i got the ice, i got the cream, don’t need no cone
over 21 and i’m a savage, don’t need no loan
i block a b-tch every time i’m feelin’ a ho
b-tch named mira in the marrow, she need this bone
red shirt, high top gerald, i’m still in the show
need guns like i need drugs and need my phone, huh
[chorus]
don’t see sh-t unless it’s the money, what you in it for?
can’t have my main mans hungry, what you in it for?
man, you old n-ggas done, where the dinner fork?
told that b-tch we ain’t done, i’ma give her more (hold up)
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