paroles de chanson Wanna Lot - darius j.

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Shawty bad, I left her stocking full of coal
Under pressure, left my neck on something 32 below
Niggas occupying waves, I'm progressive with the flow
Quick to press a nigga issue acting like a centerfold, lil bitch
Lil bitch tell me something I don't know
Got free education from her, you could say she honor roll
Bowl resembling the sage, mama peep the vegetables
Locking in behind the shades, evidence it's credible, who the next to blow

Made it through a lot
Maple sipping nigga like it's liquor on the rocks
Tell me that's ya baby but to me she just a bop
Pass the girl a bib she hit my niggas with the slop
Take these boys to school it's harder than the speaker knock
Uh
Never reach for seeking props
Coming off the hip, a nigga beeper start to pop
Crossing all my T's ensure I hit ya with the dot
Wanna lot yeah
Wanna lot yeah
Wanna, wanna, wanna lot yeah
I just, wanna, wanna lot yeah
I just, I just, wanna lot yeah, wanna lot yeah

Before I start this verse I gotta find my lighter
Light to the fire enlighten my mind to take me higher
Move through the wire suppliers in pursuit of the buyer
Where them pretty bitches at
Less in attire, fulfilling desires, I told y'all on the intro that's all that I acquire
No skin and bones, need a freak with the physique of Kamaiyah
If I ain't geeked, introvert is me, the social pariah
Script on papyrus, scraped outta the Pyrex
Crafty with the tools, a handy man
Trunk full of gadgets, ain't talkin high tech
The type of shit keep you stuck, don't worry what's in my cup
Got it out the mud and took it up to self destruct
Why when you blow, problems erupt it's not enough
Yeah I treat this pad as my confessional
Read between the lines, life is something so contextual
Prayed he'd send a sign now shorty asking my celestial
Peeping all her friends, contemplate if she bisexual
I can't be ya friend, get the sex then it's professional
Beat it like the case, case she wanna stay accessible
Till the bitter end, moving places for the decimals
Feeling outta place, something so extraterrestrial

Now don't come my way
Watching from the sides have you going sideways
Only high and bye, floating on the highway
One way outta here, doing it for my sake
I say

Shawty bad, I left her stocking full of coal
Under pressure, left my neck on something 32 below
Niggas occupying waves, I'm progressive with the flow
Quick to press a nigga issue acting like a centerfold, lil bitch
Lil bitch tell me something I don't know
Got free education from her, you could say she honor roll
Bowl resembling the sage, mama peep the vegetables
Locking in behind the shades, evidence it's credible, who the next to blow

Made it through a lot
Maple sipping nigga like it's liquor on the rocks
Tell me that's ya baby but to me she just a bop
Pass the girl a bib she hit my niggas with the slop
Take these boys to school it's harder than the speaker knock
Uh
Never reach for seeking props
Coming off the hip, a nigga beeper start to pop
Crossing all my T's ensure I hit ya with the dot
Wanna lot yeah
Wanna lot yeah
Wanna, wanna, wanna lot yeah
I just, wanna, wanna lot yeah
I just, I just, wanna lot yeah, wanna lot yeah