Cursive Haze & Pasty Stojaković - PANCAKES

Cursive bringing the drama
It's the new holiday season
He's bringing that snow and I'm not talking about cocaine
All the white women are coming in
Cursive
Drop that bitch
Trapoholics
Real trap shit
Fuck your opinion
And the tracks that you're making
I got homies riding private planes down to Jamaica
Some already married, some already bringing home the bacon
No mistaking, we ascending when the cash accumulating
I got mother fuckers hitting up my line with all these questions
Like I got the answers, bitches call me father, no confession
Daddy chill
What the hell is even that
Got the wrong salad, took it to the back she start undressing
Had her buns spread apart, so let us get to addressing, holiday season
Please don't call me, I'm takin pictures of my exes
Like I'm standing in the window and she seeing my reflection
Had to bring the blue and read for the foreplay connection
Then a Crip came to hang and offered cheaper contraceptives
Where's Rudolph?
Thanksgiving's over, and we still eating good
Sophisticated ignorance write my curses in cursive
Now you have a friend in the diamond business, The Shane Company
On Scottsdale Road and Acoma, one mile south of Bell Road
Open weekdays till 8, Saturdays and Sundays till 5
Online at shaneco.com

Written by:
Ryan Bowman

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