Anderson Paak - IT G MA | Текст песни

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(Yes Lord)
I can't fall for that weak shit
All this working ain't free, bitch
I been down for eight Easters
Now I'm up like the eastern
Mushrooms in my reefer
Moonrocks in her keister
Straight shots of cold ether
Tell Keith Imma catch a body on the track like I spit it with the Desert Eagle the heat seek and ya better dip if you're squeamish
A full seam all I need is a target and hit 'em off in this bitch full deck of parts a gallon of water in the spliff
Niggas pop shit like all damn day
Niggas say they happy for ya, lying to ya face
You niggas can't get no time of the day
Niggas still bitter like an IPA
Niggas playing catch-up like a high speed race
Fucking with my money is a muthafuckin' ace
Fuckin' with a bunny with the Coca-Cola shape
Rollin up another hundred take another to the face
It's fucking lit
Bitch get off my fuckin' dick
You must not know you fuckin' weak
You must not know my fuckin' clique
That's Art Club and Free Nationals
That's out of body experience
That's cash only when the card ain't working and the plug ain't got that square shit
I'm prepared for this
(Yes lord)
Say, I'm rare, bitch
You standard
Mo' kerosene in my lantern
More gasoline in my Backwoods
I'm revving
Say, that means I'm beast mode
You new chick is my ex-ho
And on the weekend she give deep-throat
And that's deep, bro
But I can't weep for none
My patience short
Your time is up
My time has come, I'm peakin' though

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