pulp Cruz - straight grease (interlude)

Poking fun at it we gon upack it
Post it up we gon thumbtack it
This that dumb package
Roll it up this that what happened
This that get niggas unadded
We dont share game
We dont help slackers or no bums
And i aint dare payin for no love
And i aint dare cater aint no damn favors
We cant match paper or no grub
You aint eatin good you need tums
Like aint on speakin terms but we blood
Aint on speakin terms but its love
We prefer when its dubs
Count my money fast do my money dance blow 100 grams of this crud
You a thugger fan not no thug
And you a middle man not no plug
And im a simple man i need simple things
Not a ton honey bun
Sweet like coconut carmel rum
Gone for the night work in evenin dew on the cement two to the sky like im out, leaving
Know shit gets greasy

Written by:
Cameron Smith

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