Cherokee Ridge - Mailman (prod. Rich 64)

Yuh
I got me a way to make ends meet
I whip me a Corolla from 1993
I whip the little kids that think they tough shit
And their attempts of coming at me end with them getting bit
I'm fly
Flyer than a dodo bird
Think your ass can beat me
That shit is absurd
Call me the Queen
Put you Under Pressure
Can't forget to tie a Bowie on my suit
The investor

I deliver your shit
She wanna lick my package but it ends up in her tits
Right on the box it says handle with caution
But the only hand she gives me is her job
Now she coughin'

I'm the mailman
Delivering your shit
I'm the mailman
The mailman fucked your bitch
I'm the mailman
Delivering your shit
I'm the mailman
The mailman fucked your bitch

No Louis V
But these fuckers ain't seen me
Am I still a bitch if they bitching that I still haven't released a track
But the tracks are tracking too long
If I make 'em short they all wack
I know that this shit obnoxious
I got a pocket for the wallet
Other for the Glock
All these players they playing with me
But they play with my ass and their asses get dropped

Starting all over
Getting so lucky now
Call me a four-leaf clover
Thought you had it handled
It ain't close to over
I'm over it
I write the shit
It sounds like dick

Ay
I got off the trike
Got a wheel for all the hoes
Got my life on autopilot
Moving fast, no cruise control
I'm stomping out the light
She wanna spend the night
I say no
Enough with your thottery
You want a man
Quit it with the robbery
Stealing a heart
Call it a heist
Runaway driver
With a DUI
Make it so worthless
Wonder why you try
Me too
Fuck you
You don't know what my ass can do

Send letters

I'm the mailman
Delivering your shit
I'm the mailman
The mailman fucked your bitch
I'm the mailman
Delivering your shit
I'm the mailman
The mailman fucked your bitch

I got a whip
I know I'm the shit
Your bitch
She calling me pumkin
I know I'm a dog
She give me her lovin'
I said that my shit was worthless
Now that was a lie
I say I meme on all of my shit
I don't have to try
It all comes naturally
Might get arrested for battery
I beat a dead horse better than any Hugh Glass
I'ma cut a bitch open
'Cause I cut this beat in half
She slobber on my cock
Call her a dog
But she is your bitch
I do not eat ass but I got the shits
But I'm red
And this is my one shot
Don't leave me on read
Or your ass will get shot
Lil' buster

Honestly, fuck you
I hate you
No cap

I'm the mailman
Delivering your shit
I'm the mailman
The mailman fucked your bitch
I'm the mailman
Delivering your shit
I'm the mailman
The mailman fucked your bitch

Written by:
Randall Ridge

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