Shonhayes - Prolific lyrics

rate me

You could meet me on the road to the riches

All I wanna be is so prolific

I feel it in my Sunday when I’m wakin’

Don’t tell me I should quit this shit

That ain’t how momma raised me

Sometimes I be high,sometimes I be low

I think I lost my money but I don’t even know

It shakens my gut...

But when my time comes,I’l l bet you all know

See Ima never fall,never give up ,slip up,learning my words like syrup

Give up

It ain’t no motherfucker that they never left to think ...

See I’m a bullet syrup ,I’m so ice cold

You better learn my lyrics alone in my zone

...And I mean it when I’m livin’ for the liquor

...full of change and a brain full of strippers

I gotta maintain cause I really do remember

Ice cold summers,red hot winters

Most niggaz try to block the head lights...

But you probably don’t get it

But nigga I ain’t trippin’

Metaphors for the get man plus bars for the critics

They call it prolific

Don’t know the roads to the riches..

Peace!

You could meet me on the road to the riches

All I wanna be is so prolific

I feel it in my stomach when I’m wakin’

Don’t tell me I should quit this shit

That ain’t how momma raised me

Sometimes I be high,sometimes I be low

I think I lost my money but I don’t even know

And it shakens my gut...

But when my time comes,I’l l bet you all know

Fuck you all ,I’m goin’ federally

Catch me without that ...

Never had my life staggered

Daily action gets daily action

8 times out of 10

They love me onthe back there

Cause I don’t know how to pretend

My ... on me but it passed to yummy...

I don’t know why people call me funny-funny

I ain’t thinkin’ about nothin’ funny

Since I’ve been young,I ‘ve been smokin’ dummy

Momma never said nothing, sonny

I remember when I won honies

And they wanted me to take nothin’ fromr me

But things changed

How Cesar Leo got real gang,it’s it’’s hardto explain

Lot of objection,lot of pain

Lot of cold nights though lots of rain

First love seats to my heart

... he took my chain

Open that jay-jay,all the pot is beyond the sink

You could meet me on the road to the riches

All I wanna be is so prolific

I feel it in my stomach when I’m wakin’...

Don’t tell me I should quit this shit

That ain’t how momma raised me

And how the fuck you’re gonna tell me lies?

I will never ever be a shit in my life

But I fucked your wife

And every time you wnet home she ain’t left no right

All that you can do is tell me how you feel...

Sometimes I be high,sometimes I be low

I think I lost my money but I don’t even know

It shakens my gut

But when my time comes,I’l l bet you all know