"Expensive Linen" lyrics
"Expensive Linen"
Fatt, Fatt, Fatt
Aye
Aye, Fatt, Fatt, Fatt
I'm on molly in the party
All the liquor in our section
Day go by my life getting harder
I stay calm because I'm blessed
Riding with Choppas in the rari
Life hit different when you lit
Do yo homework on me nigga
I've been fuckin' niggas bitches
Back in school we had these sticks
We don't use em just for pictures
My day one that boy a killer
I don't judge him it's just in him
Outside thuggin' with my niggas
I pop out expensive linen
I catch flights I don't catch feelings
I catch him I'm shooting his fitted
Different bitches same niggas
Different pictures same city
All these liquor we been missing bro might crash and blow his Switchy
I'm not tryna go to hell so I forgive but won't forget you
Slut you out but I won't kiss you kick you out and I won't miss you
Married to my high
In love with your vibe
Swallow different pills but I can't swallow my pride
Higher than a bitch I pour a line on ig live
Try to run it back with her again and get it right
Why she got that bag with her she ain't staying the night
She talking bout she love me I'm like yeah aight
Early in the morning wake up fuck her from the side
Always got my gun but still have fun while I'm outside
Hella shit I did for niggas it always got took for granted
Leave the hood in right back in the booth I pray I win a Grammy
I ain't made it yet I give ma dukes my last cause that's who had me
All the stress that you done put me through and I still love you sadly
All my hoes ain't got no daddy I like all my bitches ratchet
Smoke the bowl down up in cali call my bluff I'm really havin'
Smakky dead plus niggas started acting weird when T.J. ratted
I seen family switch on family watch my mama stabbed my daddy
Seen a couple niggas died you ever watched a headshot
Shit get nasty it get tragic I turn on this red dot
I'm a million dollar talent drug addict toting a Glock
When no bitches tryna fuck when I had hoes up in my socks
Now they riding dick so bad I'm lucky I still got my cock
Diamonds shine so fuckin' bright can't see the time up on my watch
She call me at eight O'clock I'm in her stomach by like nine
Don't you tell bout no freak that ain't yo bitch and she ain't mines nigga
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album:
"SkinnyMack (Deluxe)" (2023)