Letras
Nothing but fawking gathhh
Butch i let my wrist talk with the elbows and the sneeze
When it come to paper butch, i speak that rackanese
I was in them trenches right at 400 degrees
I was in them trenches trapping for attorney fees
Tryna chase behind a butch, but love and broke don't get along
Say i got the coldest heart, i put that shit together wrong
Ain't no patience on these packs, so nigga please don't take too long
Exotic bags of all this strong, i can't leave till all it's gone
Water splash against them rocks, a low tide in my pyrex dish
Ridin round dis bitch, wit a trident, that's a lightning stick
Took her to the country, let her shoot it, she had like dat shit
In the kitchen with them recipes, i almost wife that bihhh
Paper on my plate, i mqke hefty like the dollar store
Came up out the jungle, with a fork and a pyrex bowl
Ain't puttin points up on the board, then e gots to go
Unk at the door crumbled ones and a snotty nose
Butch i let my wrist talk with the elbows and the sneeze
When it come to paper butch, i speak that rackanese
I was in them trenches right at 400 degrees
I was in them trenches trapping for attorney fees