Lyrics
Aye what's up
Yeah
Mo J Simpson what it do
Original players
Don't ask me what I'm sippin' on
Just know I keep it quiet and it's daily that I get it on
Meet me at the studio for plays I don't like the phones
The best hoes to pimp come from families not broken homes
Pull up sittin' on some chrome I let her swallow chromosomes
Blow ass like a saxophone this dope they need Naxalone
I'm swaggin' as the Axle on from Tidwell down to Telephone
Houston what I yell on songs the Burbs is what I'm callin' home
Got dope you need a needle bro the coupe I'm in is sittin' low
Like Pita Bread I knead the dough I leave 'em I don't need the hoe
I'm cool with who they sleepin' on I'm nappin' but they need a loan
I ain't slept all week I been busy grindin' gettin' it on
Right now I'm in the blender called E.T. I ain't comin' home
I'm on the way to Mars off a deuce handle half a soma
The Benz in the front but I'm Uber Black to take it home
Supreme forces yeah they good enough with the leopard print
My soda know it cost your rent expensive taste is what I meant
Yeah
Aye what's up
This shit sound good like Tuscan salmon pasta
Yeah
This shit sound good man
Uh
Tuscan salmon pasta on my plate bitch I'm feelin' great
I don't smoke hookah or no vape bitches feed me grapes
Got her in the kitchen cookin' crepes views of the lake
It's all about what you can keep not what you make
Gotta separate from the fakes niggas worse than jakes
I know the feelin' have beer pockets champagne taste
Never hate the next man up it's better if you wait
Or make your own route no shortcuts gotta take the scenic
Shoot for the stars young nigga you'll land on Venus
Gotta get your hands dirty if you wanna ride the cleanest
Grew up off pork and beans gotta expand that taste palette
Go and try some Tuscan salmon let me know if it's valid
Yeah
This shit sound good man it's like some Tuscan salmon pasta