Lullaby Lyrics

Easy peasy lemon squeezy

Nine millimeter nickel plated

Now ya fucking breezy

Say she want emancipation

Drifting like I’m hand braking

Off the gin I’m pan caking

Stacking like I’m brick laying

Proud because my man made it

Out that jam no berry flavor

Odds ain’t in our fucking favor

Cool we finna hit this lick

Pressure like a boiler maker

Slide thu my set bitch

Nothing up under that dress’ll probably be best

She say she gon ride me to death

I’m glad that I’m good with the Lord

Put 2 in my chest

Beretta you dope

Naw I’m bragging or boasting

That’s the consensus for most

A Mack and a host

Forever gon run y’all the truth

That’s in the spirit of Ghost

I don’t want ya hoe

But her position much different

Cuz she want my dick down her throat

I’m cooler than most

But if you try to come for my bread

Just know that I stay with the toast

I stay with the gang 24k with the gold

Check my immaculate glow

I’m acting a whole fool

Cup full of wock them bad bitches packing a bowl

Some fun for tonight

Before the sun decide to shine

You know I’ll be back in my mode

A pro in my field I’m Monty Hall with the deals

But none of this shit is for show

Take it off bitch bend over let me see it see it

Take it off bitch bend over let me see it see it

Take it off bitch bend over let me see it see it

Take it off bitch bend over let me see it see it

It’s kill or be killed

But if it ain’t in Gods will

Then I know I’ll make it back home

She thicker than grits

I tell her what she wanna hear

In return I get to bone

But this shit ain’t free

One part of my game alone

Will make you wanna take out a loan

Go get you a quote

Eight hundred with the credit score

Then hit me come back with the dough

I’m popping that Cris

But I ain’t celebrating shit

Except that I’m able to live

I used to layaway the fits

Now when I wanna splurge

I might just take me a trip

Top 5 on they list

That’s when it come to this drip

I know I’m top 3 when I spit

I’m still on that P

But I can get violent indeed

We like hockey team with them sticks

Got chicks in the sticks

Still got my chick in the chi

She make me hot beef with the chips

She like a Philly cheesesteak

Much better than this

Bitch no comparison

Stock market so low yall in trouble

I guess that’s the breaks like a huddle

Found the millionaire piece to my puzzle

Cheat codes in my game on the double

I stand long enough leave a puddle

Wrapping that dope like we cuddle

Bass got my voice sounding muffled

I’m talking my shit fuck a muzzle

Money scope like the hubble

Touching bands on the subtle

Rocks in my ear like it’s rubble

Truly I’m blessed and I’m humble

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