PROBLEM - Truffle Butter (Freestyle) lyrics
rate meOh my God, I'm fuckin' focused
Down to lay right nah
Clubber of the month, come and get piped that
100 errday', know you bitches ain't used to it
Took the fake off the beat, put the true to it
Want a picture, ain't it off, let the Coupe do it
Chop top, gettin' mobbed, no roof to it
It's diamond lane, see traffic, we shoot through it
See enemies through the glass and we shoot through it
Skirt off, flyin' through the hood hella tight with my shirt off
D-boys steppin' like I just got a bird off
Bitch, shut yo mouth, talk too much, that's a turnoff
Money on my mind and aligned, no alert off
If in summer time(?), need a shrine, give coins to my dimes
Yeah, I played every dude, bill-a-boarded every fine
Bullshit to the left, I avoid it every time
My lane extreme I done note it every kind (?)
APs, big bands, I'm awarded for the shine
Labels wanna give us 2, but we tryna get to 9
This way with the heat wavin' bye to Lebron
Where the love? Wrappin' up work, where the tape, where the gloves?
Cuz these bills due every first of the month
Girl them heels cute, come get turnt with a thug
Smoke j's in the tub!
