Cue MaB - I<3 Piano

I just love this fucking piano bro
This shit... Beautiful
What you think?
Feel me?
Like i come on this shit with so many different flows
An so many different hoes
Enough talking
I loving the piano
Blessing it one time i'm hit you mad flows
My gang like Rambo
We keep on shooting we don't run out of ammo
These niggas some man hoes
They talk some bitches walk wit a purse yo
I can demand poles
I'm commander i'm chief have my niggas in camo
I'm loving the piano
Blessing it one time i'm hit you mad flows
My gang like Rambo
We keep on shooting we don't run out of ammo
These niggas some man hoes
They talk some bitches walk wit a purse yo
I can demand poles
I'm commander i'm chief have my niggas in camo
Have my niggas in the bushes
Nah we ain't gon hit a lick we was just looking
(We looking)
We see all y'all pussy
Complaining an shit how you got shit tooken
Nah never not i (Not me)
Pop me a tab going out of the sky (Woah)
My bro already high (Woah)
Don't ask what he on (Woah)
(Woah) that nigga tryn slide
Homicide
Getting ready for the ride
Mommas crying everyday of the night
No money getting left an we leaving to the right
An i'm taking my time when i'm cooking this pie
456 or trips with the dice
You can't no roll why that shit got sum spice
How she spitting an got her nice wit the mic
At night she a freak but in public yea she shy
At night she a freak
She got me so geek
I pay for her nails
She gon show me her feet
Here's another 40
Eyebrows on fleek
Getchu a coat
Gotchu bathing in sheep
I'm bathing in ape
So with them trees
Ke an lessy they got all the supreme
Cut niggas off an i say what i mean
Ima dirty little nigga but i stay dressing clean
I'm loving the piano
Blessing it one time i'm hit you mad flows
My gang like Rambo
We keep on shooting we don't run out of ammo
These niggas some man hoes
They talk some bitches walk wit a purse yo
I can demand poles
I'm commander i'm chief have my niggas in camo
I'm loving the piano
Blessing it one time i'm hit you mad flows
My gang like Rambo
We keep on shooting we don't run out of ammo
These niggas some man hoes
They talk some bitches walk wit a purse yo
I can demand poles
I'm commander i'm chief have my niggas in camo
They talking shit then tucking they purse
Throw sum pants sounds like u wearing a skirt
Smoking a wood an i ain't talking bout birch
Peep the logo i got the bag brodie merch
Cop sum new kicks an we matching the shirt
Making music coming straight from the dirt
Ain't see you in minute bitch i'm bouta flirt
Working this shit got u dancing my pole
Do what i want cause i got so much pull
Can't do what you want cause y'all niggas so poor
Ain't the same lil nigga can't throw 5s no more
Real pot head got us stinking the store
I don't cop no shoes i seen on the floor
What's ya euro size
Ima size 44
Seen that white bitch that i took from the mall
Every new song i keep hitting my peak
Chasing my dreams you can shout out to meek
Bitches be dry like they came from the heat
Cooking opponents well done like sum meat

Written by:
Quimani Neal

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