JFC - Broken codes

Can't walk, can't stop, can't stop that grind Yeah, I don't need to walk, I don't need to
make no funny business on this fuckin' talk Ay, ay, ay, yeah, I broke the code
I broke the code But she ain't mad, cos she ain't get it all
Ay, she bring a stick and I bought the cone piece

Bought that bitch to my place, that's too lucky Smoking cones in the living room
Making that bitch so high, she takes it to the bedroom
Took her clothes off, popped her smirnoff Make her drink to it like a burn off
Got a message, looked at her phone Turns out her boyfriend was known

And then that g, he drove up the driveway Hopped out and told me what I'd say
Shook my hand and called it a day We both know that it ain't worth the pain
of that bitch Everywhere I go, cheaters all over me
No, show, they are all sluts Fuckin' all the boys, I eatin' doughnuts

No, can't stop, no plot, I drop that bitch like an opp
I don't know where I'm gonna go now, like motherfucker
I am occupied, I'm starting to write music Ay, that's where my house reside
My lyricism is shit, yeah I know But my flow is crazy, like your mum yo

And I drop them bars like a still fixer My main man, calling Bretto
Don't know how I'm gonna take it back Called that girl a slut cause the way she
make it clap And she got real mad
Yeah, I broke the code, but I ain't that mad Ay, I ain't chilling, I ain't billing

Over my Bazillion, don't work her hard to make a living
She be swinging, I be bringing I ain't got a lot more to say
But girl, I ain't your bae
I ain't you, ay

Written by:
Jack Campion

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