OnlyBobbyLee - Dishes

I got pounds in the trash can
Imma do the dishes
Better yet the maid will
A1 clutching on extensions
Twenty-two in the glizzy
Ding Dong
Well who is it
Trap closed
Til further notice
Til this load up out the kitchen
Beat the road down
Knuckles bleeding
Fingers itching
Forgot to mention
You can't ride
Ain't bring no banger with you
Selling coke
In North Dakota
If you want it
You can get it
I cant
AHHHH
Can't keep a bitch to save my life
Is it a curse
Or am I gifted
Baby badder than a fuck
But be dying for attention
In another nigga city
Prolly gave his bitch a dicking
Got to keep it P
Hit one of mine
I ain't tripping
I was fucked up
Need a perc
For every line I was sipping
Then I lucked up
Found a plug
Paid him
And he sent it
Niggas came petty
Really tried to play me over pennies
I feel pain in my stomach
Just saying
I can't forget it
Trap ain't never closed around this bitch
I ain't talking suds and dishes
We got bows around this bitch
OG Lows
Told OG close the door
I'm a pro up in that kitchen baby
I be water whipping
But I do not do no fishing baby
Aint no motion in your spot
You niggas lazy
Daily
I been road running since eighteen
Crazy
Twenty come with switches and extensions
I ain't missing
Niggas sweep you with this stick
I ain't ever superstitious
You got to excuse me
Really how I'm moving
Not just for the music
Brought a K to the block
And taught her how to use it
Bitch I be moving
Grooving
Back in the city
They be usually
Choosing
Back on your bitch
Spray the back on your bitch
I just want her top
Give her back
That's your bitch
Really that
In the shit
And these racks barely fit
I don't fuck with niggas
Because they rats
Make me sick

Written by:
Bobby Caldwell, Montre Ledford

Publisher:
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