PBzE T.O

PBzE T.O - Inside Joke lyrics

rate me

Let me in, time to eat, get my plate ready

Long time coming so I’m sure my steak ready

Ain’t got the d boys but the choppa basis

I’m the gm to these hoes, but I don’t make chevy

Arkansaw we in this thang like a weggie

Keep a green bitch on the side I love my benjies, no jessie

When I take you these giant teams is butter, add jelly

Wordplay is in shape, y’alls walk around with fat bellies, right

I’m a motherfucking mother every fool right

Keep fresh shit laying out like a school night

Lay a nigga down early like a school night

And you niggas can’t fuck with the flow,

Call my style board dyke

Bull fight, in and night, I’m down to ride for my niggas

Hoops and jabs are in the forecast,

If you ain’t down with us, talk slow

And use your mind nigga

I get a short, blow a fuse going dope, start the stove cause

My heart cold, motherfucker whine nigga

Better play your role, learn your line nigga

It’s too many, it’s too many, broke ass hatin lame niggas

Wish they hour just combine, cause they all the same niggas

But you don’t, but you don’t but you don’t

Inside joke, but I get it

But you don’t and you won’t, never will, hear the sound

I’m just tryina get in, where I fit in if the dub fit

All you niggas talk but that’s just it, you don’t do shit

Suicide doors yeah that’s 2 slits

I tell her zip it up, but at the same time, gimme loose lips

Confuse? Yea

I lay em down like a carpet, and she suck the juices out a nigga head

I’m talking crawl fish

I’m driving and rappin, at the same damn time

I guess it’s safe for you to say that I’m carson

And old shit that brandy wine, emcee go soft pad

Hoes bout to known the foes, I get a lot of forehead

Dark skin, I don’t hear that gap mean, she rolex

Say she got turnt out in college, so now that pussy co ed

So dead, that’s how I describe the beats I select

Jay hit me for 1 800 just to collect

It’s art, get em early, I don’t do lines nigga

I get a short, blow a fuse going dope, start the stove cause

My heart cold, motherfucker whine nigga

Better play your role, learn your line nigga

It’s too many, it’s too many, broke ass hatin lame niggas

Wish they hour just combine, cause they all the same niggas

But you don’t, but you don’t but you don’t

Inside joke, but I get it

But you don’t and you won’t, never will, hear the sound

Boom, boom, boom, boom, bang boom

Bonne apetite nigga!

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