paroles de chanson No Krust - KISSTHECROOK

Throwin' that shit back to Mathis
We kickin' back on the mattress
I wanna preach to the masses
Ballin' like my jersey Dirk
I leave a hoe in the dirt
My paycheck hit on the first
Spent that shit all on her skirt
I'll treat her well til she birth
Mom to my sons, mom to my girls
I gotta raise 'em correct
All of my fingers are high, all of my digits
All of my bitches are dry
Girl I seen more than you more than you know
I gotta flip and get back in the ride
I gotta girl and she know that she mine
I'm not the type to stoop low for a high
Treatin' you wrong is a crime
Lovin' you right is the time
Of my life

Pussy boy
This is home alone
I'm Macaulay Culk
If you come into my territory yo ass gettin' domed
I'm talkin yo ass gettin smoked
Short rib, short choke
Know I always clean my laundry like my wife was Wendy Byrde
If things go wrong with this one - I don't think I'll ever trust
Momma said don't fuck no girl who eats a sandwich with no crust
I mean I'll handle it, like i always have
Like I always did
I don't want no white girl after this lil' Puerto Rican chick

Eyes closed, wearin' all white robes
Drive slow, twilight zone
Watch my tone
I don't wanna slip up
I don't want no fake love
Great dream I've been havin' - I don't wanna wake up

You my main hoe
You my main bitch
No crust on the side
Just the main dish
You my main hoe
You my main bitch
No crust on the side
Just the main dish
You my main hoe
You my main bitch
No crust on the side
Just the main dish
You my main hoe
You my main bitch
No crust on the side
Just the main dish