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Smino

I Deserve

 

I Deserve


Pounds in the trash, can Gucci do the dishes?
Can't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
Pounds in the trash, can Gucci do the dishes?
Can't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen

My stove lit my blunt for me this morning (Ooh)
Ooh, don't get me started (Ooh)
I just spent my last bit of finances recording
Sinking, it's a ice box where my heart is (Ooh)
Roll a whole Omarion, get so high you can't touch me, heh
You can't touch me
Centipede my speed, take time with it
Hate when a motherfucker try rush me
Oh, the shit musty, roll up a KD
Odorize, I been on overdrive, tryna feel something
Lost my lil' nigga in August and aw
Am I 'posed to feel normal about it? Like, nah
Caution when you putting on a facade
Let it ride for too long and ya' soul be gone
Ooh, Jamie Foxx and that cartoon role
We send balloons to the sky for my new angel
Ayy, ayy

Sometimes when I get like this
I burn right through my whole zip
Sometimes when I get like this
I might run that check up, I deserve it
Bring them cups out, I deserve it
Fully loaded and it got me swerving
Put that pussy on me, I deserve it

Uh, yeah
Ain't seen my friends, bussing my shins
Been grindin'-ning, I been up for days
One day this shit gone pay my kids
Like Friday, Craig, run me my money today-day
Mike Epps, two step on a payday
Peanut butter seats going nuts on the e-way
Baby, I ain't doing anything if I don't feel it, feel it
Gotta feel it like my teeth ache
Emotional, don't get me started
I'm choking the bottle the hardest
I might jump on somebody daughter
Cos Amigos got me so honest, I'm sorry

Sometimes when I get like this
I burn right through my whole zip
Sometimes when I get like this
I might run that check up, I deserve it
Bring them cups out, I deserve it
Fully loaded and it got me swerving
Put that pussy on me, I deserve it

Sometimes I pour it
Sometimes I drink about it
Sometimes I get high
Get in my head and think about it
Sometimes I pour it
Sometimes I drink about it
Sometimes I get high
Get in my head and think about it

Pounds in the trash, can Gucci do the dishes?
Can't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
Pounds in the trash, can Gucci do the dishes?
Can't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
Gucci Mane gon' love y'all

done

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