
Coffee House Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Time to cash in, hoppin' back in, get your rations
Wearin' myself out like I'm the motherfuckin' fashion
Quit your fastin', get your headphones and sit down
I've been stackin' and waitin' to blow this shit is
She know I'm attracted and she got a round one
I might go for round two, three, four
Five foot six, and she like,
But she like girls too
Tryin' to find some royalties, I'm in pursuit
I'mma go in Diana like Purdue
Started makin' money instead, I got confused
Now I got a honey in debt, and she funny in bed
And we runnin' to the motherfuckin' coffee house
Hear the jazz play and I drink a frosty frappuccino
Got a brain freeze and tossed it out
Too cold for my skull, got a hot head
But ice on my wrist and the clock says 10:15
When we leavin', headin' to the barber shop
To get my white curls chopped off, find a few nice girls
I get topped off with her top off
And my top spinnin' like a fuckin' dreidel on Hanukkah
Then I get her back like I'm playin' harmonica
Then we hit the road and we drivin' for kilometers
No speedometer, galaxy to galaxy like M-Dubs to Andromeda
Add the Dev, and you gotta listen, all the drama I'm still the shit and
I'm countin' up additionally, efficiently
I got what you need, so ride with the beat, get you some sleep
And then you'll wake up at the motherfuckin' coffee house
Hear the jazz play and I drink a frosty frappuccino
Got a brain freeze and tossed it out
Too cold for my skull, got a hot head
But ice on my wrist and the clock says 1:09
So we pull up to the motherfuckin' Taco Time
I look at the sign, she askin' for mine
I'm a Virgo, but that shit's a red flag
All yours bro, all you gotta do is ask her birthstone
Buy that bitch a sapphire and you'll get the worst dome
But I ain't speakin' from experience
Here he is, disgusting motherfucker who is never serious
Bitch I'm always Sirius, Black book 3
Like a dog, call it Zeppelin
Led my Barkers to all the Bobbed-up sevens
Guessed the price for the stairway to heaven
The best guest of mine, I rest in a slept-on, stepped-in coffee house
Hear the jazz play and I drink a frosty frappuccino
Got a brain freeze, so tossed it out
Too cold for my skull, got a hot head
But ice on my wrist and the clock says...