"SQUARES BY THE DOZEN" lyrics
Cash Kidd & Lil Nell Lyrics
Explain this shit, dog
Ayy
I ain't gon' lie, nigga just get to thinkin' a nigga photographs and just get to cryin'
Ayy, y'all niggas out here flat than a bitch (I like that, Anton)
Nell, dog
Ayy, Nell, dog, don't show me no more of these niggas' Instagrams, dog
These niggas out here fucked up, dog (Ayy)
Nigga
He fucked up, buyin' squares by the dozen
Stay talkin' 'bout a bag, nigga, up it
In case the fam trippin', take the wood to the function
My name should be Jugg the way I'm fuckin' up the punches
It's lovely, I been used that bitch and still bussin'
It's lovely, I been fucked that bitch, she still bussin'
It's fucked up, another body drop, here go the violence
Took his head right up off his shoulders, should've tied him in
Them niggas still hatin' on me
But that don't make it hard to go to sleep
I'm 'bout to go and face another three
Why they tryna make it hard for me to eat?
The trees really be my remedy
Smokin' Pop-Tarts in the stu', boy, this shit ain't cheap
Spent three thousand just to lounge around and go to sleep
I know you know you can't fuck with me
Know you hit your dead homies when you shoot in the air
Tuh, huh, yeah
I'm LV like, "Give me two of each pair"
Got fifty hoes askin' me, "Do you even care?"
Just hit a nigga mama off a 'Wood and a beer
Bet the ho always fuckin', it's so good up in here
Tuh, hmm, I had to throw my hood in the air
Huh, my bitch conceited like musical chairs
Bitch from Canton public housing, Maybach bouncing
New crib in the mountains, glad they doubted
Bitches pay me to take a nap at they houses
Fake sleep on a bitch, then I'm sneakin' out it
Fuck you mean? I ain't sleepin' with a freak slut
Rich as a motherfuckin' bitch, boy, I'm T'd up
Hit the bitch from the back, now she got the hiccups
Hit her with that elephant trunk, she on the peanuts
Them niggas still hatin' on me
But that don't make it hard to go to sleep
I'm 'bout to go and face another three
Why they tryna make it hard for me to eat?
The trees really be my remedy
Smokin' Pop-Tarts in the stu', boy, this shit ain't cheap
Spent three thousand just to lounge around and go to sleep
I know you know you can't fuck with me
I know
And you know
I know
You know
You a worker
Ayy
I ain't gon' lie, nigga just get to thinkin' a nigga photographs and just get to cryin'
Ayy, y'all niggas out here flat than a bitch (I like that, Anton)
Nell, dog
Ayy, Nell, dog, don't show me no more of these niggas' Instagrams, dog
These niggas out here fucked up, dog (Ayy)
Nigga
He fucked up, buyin' squares by the dozen
Stay talkin' 'bout a bag, nigga, up it
In case the fam trippin', take the wood to the function
My name should be Jugg the way I'm fuckin' up the punches
It's lovely, I been used that bitch and still bussin'
It's lovely, I been fucked that bitch, she still bussin'
It's fucked up, another body drop, here go the violence
Took his head right up off his shoulders, should've tied him in
Them niggas still hatin' on me
But that don't make it hard to go to sleep
I'm 'bout to go and face another three
Why they tryna make it hard for me to eat?
The trees really be my remedy
Smokin' Pop-Tarts in the stu', boy, this shit ain't cheap
Spent three thousand just to lounge around and go to sleep
I know you know you can't fuck with me
Know you hit your dead homies when you shoot in the air
Tuh, huh, yeah
I'm LV like, "Give me two of each pair"
Got fifty hoes askin' me, "Do you even care?"
Just hit a nigga mama off a 'Wood and a beer
Bet the ho always fuckin', it's so good up in here
Tuh, hmm, I had to throw my hood in the air
Huh, my bitch conceited like musical chairs
Bitch from Canton public housing, Maybach bouncing
New crib in the mountains, glad they doubted
Bitches pay me to take a nap at they houses
Fake sleep on a bitch, then I'm sneakin' out it
Fuck you mean? I ain't sleepin' with a freak slut
Rich as a motherfuckin' bitch, boy, I'm T'd up
Hit the bitch from the back, now she got the hiccups
Hit her with that elephant trunk, she on the peanuts
Them niggas still hatin' on me
But that don't make it hard to go to sleep
I'm 'bout to go and face another three
Why they tryna make it hard for me to eat?
The trees really be my remedy
Smokin' Pop-Tarts in the stu', boy, this shit ain't cheap
Spent three thousand just to lounge around and go to sleep
I know you know you can't fuck with me
I know
And you know
I know
You know
You a worker
