"Escort LOVE" lyrics
(The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that)
(Please don't ever use that)
Y'ello
(The Lunch Crew Company)
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Uh
Fuck fire, I got grease, niggas now need to compete
My bitch got a flat booty, turned that shit into a peach
I'm in love with ownership, I'm not fucking with a lease
She used to fuck me in the trenches, now we fucking on the beach
Remember days I was starving, just watching niggas eat
Pockets hurting, frustrated, I was working on the
East
Couldn't even buy a coat, had to settle for a fleece
Black mold where I sleep, got to hit it with the bleach
Niggas say I funny rap, but they don't know what's up with B
Belt to ass, DOA, eat 'em up, Taco Pete
I'm in Flint with a freak, strapped down in a Jeep
Told the ho lay on her back, I'm 'bout to fuck her 'til she pee
Jogging pants, black tee, in my pocket, sixty G's
Glock tucked under my belly, if I pull it, I'ma squeeze
Got a bullet for a bully, make that nigga body bleed
Before I start cooking crack, I gotta make my mama leave
R.I.P. Jalen Cox, bitch, I know you proud of me
When I die, for my kids, I'ma have a lot of cheese
I don't care about your flaws, baby girl, coddle me
I fell in love with escorts, you ain't gotta lie to me
I'ma get it out the plug or I'ma get it from a glitch
Make her put it in my pocket when she get it out a trick
Real estate another income, I'ma get it off the rent
50K to Spudd the Jeweler, she gon' fuck me 'cause the kit
My nigga Rude came home, he just did a decade
Black coffee in the morning, you can keep the leche
I'm in love with that throat, let me be your neck brace
If the feds come and get me, mouth closed, breath stank
Halatosis, I'm ashamed, F.P.Journe, kept it plain
Niggas scared to do they time, that shit fuckin' up the game
I would've dumped Gina for Pam, I ain't shit like Martin Payne
Caught me cheating on a yacht, shit, I'm just like Marlon Wayans
Sippin', watchin' six colors, next to me a big oven
They treat you bad when you broke, no matter what, get money
No respect, if she bad, I'll hit my bitch cousin
Oh, you want a handout? I got a half a brick for you
I ain't givin' niggas cash, bitch, you gotta hustle for it
You got kids in this world, bitch, you gotta hustle for 'em
All I speak is the truth, real shit my vocal chords
Sell my soul? No way, rather sell Dumbledore, nigga
(Please don't ever use that)
Y'ello
(The Lunch Crew Company)
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Uh
Fuck fire, I got grease, niggas now need to compete
My bitch got a flat booty, turned that shit into a peach
I'm in love with ownership, I'm not fucking with a lease
She used to fuck me in the trenches, now we fucking on the beach
Remember days I was starving, just watching niggas eat
Pockets hurting, frustrated, I was working on the
East
Couldn't even buy a coat, had to settle for a fleece
Black mold where I sleep, got to hit it with the bleach
Niggas say I funny rap, but they don't know what's up with B
Belt to ass, DOA, eat 'em up, Taco Pete
I'm in Flint with a freak, strapped down in a Jeep
Told the ho lay on her back, I'm 'bout to fuck her 'til she pee
Jogging pants, black tee, in my pocket, sixty G's
Glock tucked under my belly, if I pull it, I'ma squeeze
Got a bullet for a bully, make that nigga body bleed
Before I start cooking crack, I gotta make my mama leave
R.I.P. Jalen Cox, bitch, I know you proud of me
When I die, for my kids, I'ma have a lot of cheese
I don't care about your flaws, baby girl, coddle me
I fell in love with escorts, you ain't gotta lie to me
I'ma get it out the plug or I'ma get it from a glitch
Make her put it in my pocket when she get it out a trick
Real estate another income, I'ma get it off the rent
50K to Spudd the Jeweler, she gon' fuck me 'cause the kit
My nigga Rude came home, he just did a decade
Black coffee in the morning, you can keep the leche
I'm in love with that throat, let me be your neck brace
If the feds come and get me, mouth closed, breath stank
Halatosis, I'm ashamed, F.P.Journe, kept it plain
Niggas scared to do they time, that shit fuckin' up the game
I would've dumped Gina for Pam, I ain't shit like Martin Payne
Caught me cheating on a yacht, shit, I'm just like Marlon Wayans
Sippin', watchin' six colors, next to me a big oven
They treat you bad when you broke, no matter what, get money
No respect, if she bad, I'll hit my bitch cousin
Oh, you want a handout? I got a half a brick for you
I ain't givin' niggas cash, bitch, you gotta hustle for it
You got kids in this world, bitch, you gotta hustle for 'em
All I speak is the truth, real shit my vocal chords
Sell my soul? No way, rather sell Dumbledore, nigga
