J. Gamble - Pinot Grigio

Yo
Any pussy steppin' to me getting beat up
I'm the man, baby
When I piss I leave the seat up
Sweet enough to mix up the Chocolate Thai with deez nutz
Not to brag, I'm still popping tags
Bout to drop a bag on some mean Runtz
And chief blunts until we seein' stars
Yo, we can front or we can be at odds
I don't give a fuck if you been eatin', god
Yo, my dog is off the leash so don't be in my yard
I'm in the studio all day
Making beats nonstop
In the studio all night
Never sleep on the clock
My street team got the streets on lock
Every position I'm in ends in missionary
With me on top
Im talking lights out once we pull the pipes out
I've been Frank my whole life now
I'll put a kite out
On every mothafucker in the White House
I'm Mike Tyson on the mic
Who wanna fight now?
You know what happens when you're trespassin'
It's a bloody scene like a drunk crashin'
We passin' blunts of the gas from Klutch
There's no such thing as too much passion
They put me on the list
Excommunicado
Continental breakfast
Toast with avocado
Smoking weed with Marley
Doing blow with Pablo
Practice what you preach
On a beach out in Cabo
Party like a rockstar
Smoke a little hash
Pussy makes my cock hard
Stick it in her ass
Gotta focus on the future
Stop living in the past
Like old school hip hop
Today's shit is trash
They never learn so
I let 'em burn slow
Turn up the temperature
Hip hop inferno
Baptize the rhyme
Take it to church yo
Stay away from the grocery store on the first, Yo
Bitches rollin' in that welfare cheese
They either selling food stamps
Or they sell their seeds
Might even grow a few plants
Try to sell that weed
If it's illegal in your state
That's a felony
Stir up the pot like some hominy grits
Light up the chronic if you got any piff
I'mma always have the last laugh, comedy kid
Just keep it real with me and don't promise me shit
I'mma take you to the top when its time to re-up
Release date spreadin' faster than gonorrhea
It's hard to sleep with insomnia
They jumpin' on my dick cause Imma dreamer
Imma beast on the beat like Preemo
I'll put some D up in her V like Nino
Extra Large, I excel like Chino
Emcees are droppin' dead from the Pinot Grigio

Written by:
Justin Gamble

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