How we wet, but still be in drought?
How we never look within ourselves?
That’s for me to know and you to find out
If I ever figure this shit out
We turn a whip into a sauna
Dripping in impalas
Tripping off the flower
In this whip for hours
Chain-smoke these marlboro reds
Lil’ ma get back in my whip
She ain’t ever seen my bed
I’ma try and keep it like that
Shorty drip and steam
Boost my self esteem
No amphetamines
But hella LSD
She just turn the AC on
Bitch best bet I’ll turn that off
Ain’t you wanna get these windows fogged?
Ain’t you wanna let me show you god?
Pull up in a bucket with a dub sac
My girl knows to bust back
I’ma come pick you up
But if head game weak, you bus back
I’m too grown for this shit
She get on meniscus
I reciprocate it
She said “eat the biscuit”
Fold a biddy oragami
She could fuck me through the Tommys
Her man think that he could stop me
But I keep busting like a tommy
How we wet, but still be in drought?
How we never look within ourselves?
That’s for me to know and you to find out
If I ever figure this shit out
We turn a whip into a sauna
Dripping in impalas
Tripping off the flower
In this whip for hours
We turn a whip into a sauna
Dripping in impalas
Tripping off the flower
In this whip for hours
Your man stabbed my friend
That’s why we fucking again
‘Cause I know you his chick
This is vengeance dick
Always got they back
Now I face your back
Tell your man I’m here
I’ll give that bitch a slap
Used to keep revolvers
To protect my dollars
November in Toronto
I fucked all ya’ll daughters
Know you got engaged
I hate your man, I’ll say it
He touch my friends again
I’ll make him dig his grave
I hate this cut throat shit
I ain’t no cut throat kid
Until I started with the snow
Igloo built of bricks
Northern boy the aurora borealis
Out of my basement I built myself a palace.
How we wet, but still be in drought?
How we never look within ourselves?
That’s for me to know and you to find out
If I ever figure this shit out
We turn a whip into a sauna
Dripping in impalas
Tripping off the flower
In this whip for hours
We turn a whip into a sauna
Dripping in impalas
Tripping off the flower
In this whip for hours
How we wet, but still be in drought?
How we never look within ourselves?
That’s for me to know and you to find out
If I ever figure this shit out