Stove Top şarkı sözleri

Drive in theater Tryna get this loot any way true It’s lucrative and from alls I do make through Itunes and avenues we move weight Each one in my crew get a full plate Not one excused till we all ate Unified stupid high nigga way paid Crime did just what they said it would Some niggas living good Some is gone away for good Some stuck in the hood Addicted to it What he should have sold, lost his soul Though his body still living look in his eyes The fire ain't in them He used to be driven Now that's cold Cold blooded as my angel wings flooded Rolls gold star studded The bar covered so let it pour Until it bubble on the floor Baby love peeling out her clothes Eyes rolled orgasm dancing while these horns blow I'm just thing on my next score Which color we should paint the sixty four Tryna wrap my hands round the globe Like a motherfucking choke hold Ho Drive in theatre Bent over the stove cus they want some more Knockin at my door Back at the store cus they want some more All of yall