Lyrics Fried Rice (with JID) - Bas , JID
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Decisions
I
be
makin'
when
I
get
impaired
Tell
me
where
the
gingerbread,
I'm
gettin'
there
Money
in
my
pocket
barely
fit
in
there
But
I
fell
in
love
with
how
it's
sittin'
there
Old
bitches
miss
me,
a
hole
in
her
soul
But
I'm
over
it
though,
had
to
block
me
a
number
(We're
sorry)
This
from
the
latest
collection,
my
boy
You
can
copy
the
wave
when
I
drop
in
the
summer
Fiends
got
the
city
up
under
the
wing
like
it's
fried
rice
I
done
died
twice,
I
got
nine
lives,
that
means
seven
to
spare
Yeah,
just
to
bust
up
a
cell
Yeah,
tell
'em
come
and
give
me
Fuckin'
nonviolence
when
the
nine
flyin'
Hear
her
lullaby,
make
her
sing
like
Adele
Heavy
on
me
like
a
Pell
Singin'
off-key,
get
'em
off
me
We
on
all
streets
for
the
money,
niggas
hit
up
Wall
Street
Had
them
boys
ringin'
the
bell
Ain't
no
Libra,
but
my
scale
ready
if
this
rap
shit
ever
fail
Get
me
hot
My
borough
taught
me
how
to
run
a
block
Confidence
is
quiet,
I
don't
talk
a
lot
I
call
my
mama
and
I
call
the
shots
I
don't
call
these
bitches,
they
just
talk
a
lot
Cop
a
couple
toys
and
we
can
make
a
play
Now
the
driveway
like
a
parking
lot
Beware
the
dogs
what
the
sign
say
I
did
it
my
way,
I
did
it
my
way
Decisions
I
be
makin'
when
I
get
impaired
Tell
me
where
the
gingerbread,
I'm
gettin'
there
Money
in
my
pocket
barely
fit
in
there
But
I
fell
in
love
with
how
it's
sittin'
there
Old
bitches
miss
me,
a
hole
in
her
soul
But
I'm
over
it
though,
had
to
block
me
a
number
Block
block,
uh,
block,
look
You
got
the
gas,
but
it's
not
like
mine
She
got
that
ass,
but
she
not
that
fine
Don't
make
a
nigga
laugh
I
need
the
cash
in
the
bag
in
advance
Before
I
grab
any
mic'
in
the
stand
Don't
make
a
nigga
mad
Spazz
the
fuck
out,
all
bad,
I'm
all-Madden
I'm
on
a
go
route
now,
but
I
do
all
patterns
I'm
with
your
ho
right
now,
and
she's
a
tall
glass
I'm
a
can
full
of
whoop-yo-ass
A
little
.40
in
the
booking
bag
I
put
a
bullet
in
your
lookin'
ass
Aw,
baby,
what
is
you
doin'?
Been
lookin',
askin'
for
something
you
can
work
your
ass
off
for
My
nigga,
grab
it,
go
after
it
I'm
p-p-passionate,
d-d-damagin'
my
anatomy
Don't
get
mad
at
me
if
I
pass
out
while
I'm
ramblin'
I'm
an
animal,
an
anomaly
Mari-mari-marijuana,
it's
the
God
in
me,
gotta
be
A
better
way
just
to
get
away,
takin'
the
backstreet
roads
A
couple
days,
maybe,
give
or
take
(Yeah)
Baby,
I'm
gon'
get
home
Uh,
when
I'm
in
the
zone
I'm
in,
I'm
ignoring
your
phone
call
again
The
phone,
off
the
dome
talk,
your
phone
block
block
You're
on,
switch
off
The
long
lost
lil'
nigga
gettin'
it
how
he
live,
hol'
up
Decisions
I
be
makin'
when
I
get
impaired
Tell
me
where
the
gingerbread,
I'm
gettin'
there
Money
in
my
pocket
barely
fit
in
there
But
I
fell
in
love
with
how
it's
sittin'
there
Old
bitches
miss
me,
a
hole
in
her
soul
But
I'm
over
it
though,
had
to
block
me
a
number
This
from
the
latest
collection,
my
boy
You
can
copy
the
wave
when
I
drop
in
the
summer
Fiends
got
the
city
up
under
the
wing
like
it's
fried
rice
Like
it's
fried
rice
Boy,
you
can
copy
the
wave
when
I
drop
in
the
summer
Fiends
got
the
city
up
under
the
wing
like
it's
fried
rice
Like
it's
fried
rice
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