Текст песни Cheese Harder - WIL$ON

Uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh
Yeah
Okay, uh

First week in cuffing season and I need bail money
Load up that track, Big Jang, I gotta derail something
Clutching my lil' stomach, got this premonition, seven senses
Bitch, get to barking up this tree, I gotta Michael Vick it
Only nigga talk that poison, bitch, it's Michael Bivins
Mike and Ike's, I gotta choose, Gina Gross, I got the blues
Think I'm covered in bait, I mean my dick ate
I died and lived some days, but I can't fixate

I cheese harder
I cheese harder
I cheese harder
Smiling from ear to ear, I che-

Woke up, first thing on my mind is make some shit shake
Yeah, I gave the style up for free, but he a ingrate
Head already big, it don't take much to inflate
Lil' petty cash can't even cover my day rate

Full of sass, hand and foot to ass, GOAT at touching grass
Bitches on they Luther, ringing me up, tryna make it last
Life done wore me down, I think I'm chipper when I'm really crass
Sick of walking, I need this G6 to take off really fast

Stupid, is you dumb? We don't leave a crumb
Scotty shoot the beat up like Beretta, I'm more Tommy gun
Talking crazy, make him tie his rope, I swear he getting hung
Why stop at the block when I need everything that's touching sun?

I cheese harder
I cheese harder
I cheese harder
Smiling from ear to ear, I che-