Big Foe Peaz - Casalinga Shrimp

I remember riding around with Lou he like you sure that's what you want nigga
Yeah I was positive, all this pape I need a lot of it
Keep a pot to piss, times get hard I gotta place to shit
But I ain't falling back on hard times, they don't last long
I ain't forget myself, fell off the horse and hop back on
If you ever really show me love can't turn my back on you
You ain't never been in tunnel mode, they think you act funny
You ain't never brought it all home and had to play dummy
Scotty that's my brother, I was hungry, he had to play for me
Ticket that's my brother, I ain't even gotta say nothing
My mama need a dollar for every prayer that she sent up
We gotta have a purpose, all the bullets that done missed us
Bitches big buffy, get your bitch fucked I stay down, I ain't switch up
Yeah, anytime my niggas ride share, y'all getting picked up
I'm lifted, don't forget to tell them boys I'm gifted
Everybody fuck with me, can't a soul say I dick sucked
I been at this shit for too long, I can't get tripped up
My pops told me stay out niggas' pictures, don't get tricked son
My mama told me most these hoes ain't shit, you gotta pick one
I was out in LA telling Peter how to get the buffs
I was out in LA in that foreign with a bag on me
She ain't hip to drip, asking why that purple tag on me
Yeah bitch, you like how I play it
That pussy wet soon as I said ging, she like how I say it
Casalinga shrimp, me t.t man and fat Craig
I remember only place to sleep was the E-van
Broke, thinking I should probably get the weed man, shouldn't i
I heard he got the bows, I could get a couple bands, couldn't i
My mans say you wanna hit the road, why wouldn't I
Three or four times there and back, I'm good now
Fell off one more time, after that I jug now
Yeah, that's a different bag
Ran up a whole bunch of shit, 200 on the dash
Started trimming crud with my dawg, yeah I'm into that
Fuck around with this bad bitch, she from Trinidad
I been peeped you niggas watching me, cause you been a fan
I remember hanging out the door when Brody spent the van
They never hit my mans, thank God, they'll never try again
I heard the chopstick, clipped his wings, he'll never fly again
Roll my backwoods up with weed, I'm getting high again
Big dino stompers on my feet, I'm getting fly again
Make sure you close that back door, you let flies in
Dawg, close that back door, bro

Written by:
Patrick Harrison

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