"M.I.M.S" lyrics

Okay make it make sense
She ain't got no stomach
But her ass thick as shit
I ain't got no time but I shoulda made some
Want some, cause the head so dumb
She ain't Kyla Pratt but I just need that one on one
How You run the streets when you really gotta run
This a V12 you can feel it in ya lungs
You ain't got no money that's forbidden where I'm from

Said I'm acting funny but you never hit me up
She a smart girl and her head is really dumb
Thumbin Thru a Hundo she like Jubo turn me up
When she eat it up I might take that bitch to Lunch
I don't skate board but I still be rocking dunks
Ima rock out ima beat it like ah punk
Counting up ah knot I need more that's not enough
7.5 Good perc I'm high af
Think you need to chill, wilden out you ain't tuff
She light a ten bad hoe, she let me fuck
Shorty give me top like we laying in ah bunk
Monster in my trunk
You outside with out ah gun

Okay make it make sense
She ain't got no stomach
But her ass thick as shit
I ain't got no time but I shoulda made some
Want some, cause the head so dumb
She ain't Kyla Pratt but I just need that one on one
How You run the streets
When you really gotta run
This a V12 you can feel it in ya lungs
You ain't got no money that forbidden where I'm from

Man I'm throwed off like baseball gear
Shut up count this money it's gone take all year
Molly got me talking fast like take off yea

Man I'm throwed off like baseball gear
Shut up count this money it's gone take all year
Molly got me talking fast like take off yea