Shon Plant - PurpleDrops

Go peel ya eyes, ya shorty treat me like the name was Lucious
How I'd describe ya hustle, All the synonyms for stupid
Beef I brought the fire to it, Air fried, no hair dry
We chilling slick, yo bitch a lick
She here, she think its Air-Time
She opened up the bank and went and threw me lil balance
All a' cause a game I gave her she done hate you cause you childish
I ain't saying nothing bout it
Pillow talking with my mouth shut
Always regret the one that's over soon as we go gather nuts, like squirrels in this cold world
Ain't finding much genuine, way I spit my shit
What, you done thought that this was Lennon and them
I seen the hate in your eyes, before you even seen it
All this love you thinking boi, that shit there wreakin' like deceitful
I'm still breaking bitches in my Black Force 1's
And I ain't speaking on no pimping, I'm just breaking they funds
They whole account, a big heart, so they treatin' ya boy
A hoe could never ever play me sir, I stay self-employed
Ain't on the road with my boys, I draw this shit like a print
She cook me dinner, boy I clean it throw that shit in the sink
It's too much love in my heart, maybe this one be the right
But when we threw her to the homie, haha shit boi sike
It all be over tonight
That deed is done and it's finished
And I'm a bussin' ass boi you boi's don't want it
No scrimmage, no nothing with me sir
You boi's don't want it no scrimmage, no nothing with me sir
Sir
Sir
Huh

Written by:
Shon Plant

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