Warm Brew - Word lyrics

rate me

Yo, yeah!

It sound good, right!

Yeah, your… be familiar, you’re feeling when I’m grilling ya

Feeling like I’ve been feeling like fuck all, I can’t sell them my vibe!

All the crushes that will be all upon my shoulders

Telling me I could get over

With a night and a sceno and my cousin Camino

Double it up in Reno, call that shit medicino

And be out in the day, it’s lord from the city…

They’re vicious and plot and I don’t even get to them cops.

Now I can sit up here and tell you, take care of your wealth

But shit, I’m about to crack a mother fucking Shawty myself.

And find a young dumb thing that we comprend

Quicker than a twinkie she take off the shirt.

Now both reposes the skill and you shall reproduce up

My brothers ill when they can...

And we were sitting in the studio like where did we go?

And now we’re dropping black Christmas for the real niggas roll

I believe her!

Real nigga wrote,

Got ask, you never know

I give my rap to this jazz, this blues is wrapped in soul.

You can hear it in my voice, demeanor and tone

Still health… cause the fiend and toe

Some knocking the foe with this weed that I roll

I got a hustler as Jones in this bones

Hoes in my palms that these hoes just be carrying on and on and on

My lawn look like something left shit, ain’t nothing new

But watch your back, cause I was born to hit the liquor, nigga

Yeah, I was born to hit the liquor

Watch your back, nigga!

I was born to hit the liquor.

Hook:

Where all my people? Where?

Where’s all my bitches? Where, where?

Where all my niggas? Where, where, where

Don’t grab a brew if you…

Where all my people? Where?

Where’s all my bitches? Where, where?

Where all my niggas? Where, where, where

Don’t grab a brew if you…

Nice work, if you can get it, man

Good job if you can get it, man

Now ask the people if they give a damn

The globe is pretty lonely, if you’re living like a middle man.

The prices on the head of my ego, yet still, I stand on…

Shitting on … like I kill a cam.

… throwing racks like a thriller jam

I need a song to make them Shawties move their body quick

They never listen to my words, they got a lot of…

My music make a lot of sense, I’m so proud of it!

The music got you looking sick, because you’re out of it

But I can hate, I know I cry and maybe took a…

These niggas not on my level, they get no right amends

And when it’s all sad and done, them bitches looking sad

And my women looking fabulous, it’s hazardous to stare at them.

You know we roll stash, box till the last stop

And if you be that negative, I hope your ass rot

I’m a loner, I’m a …

It’s no better that these niggas making bondage

Trying to make a young duck like a fork at the hanger

Afraid to get my non-checks for the flex with my ladies

The greatest, the greatest!

The greatest, the greatest!

Hook:

Where all my people? Where?

Where’s all my bitches? Where, where?

Where all my niggas? Where, where, where

Don’t grab a brew if you…

Where all my people? Where?

Where’s all my bitches? Where, where?

Where all my niggas? Where, where, where

Don’t grab a brew if you…