"Still Fine Dining" lyrics
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Some good weed, some red wine and fondant, baby
Town to town flushin', coffee crown mustard
Ho, we can flutter as long as it's in your budget
I send him down as long as you got it covered
Glock with 30 from the rain
Steph Curry, another bucket
Motherfuckers
American gangsta, pluckin' 'em out in public
Riding bulletproof, and bombing fluid in Nantucket
Dippin' the nicotine
Dust juice, buttered to get to the fiends
Choppas that stutter to get to the team
This shit'll get bloody, you get in between
By all means, bum bitch-cuttin'-fuckers in your dreams
Niggas a bunch of pussies, a bunch of suckers in your team
Pick them apart, bloody the scene, do them dirty, leavin' it clean
Mask down, Halloween
Max Soundz, hallow screams
Holla with some beams, you know we came with extra machine
Forty in my jeans, make sure we know Kairo in my lean
Like it raw, shoutout to Pedro, 20K for the plate-o
VVS' us over the Lado, give me the butters on my fazos
Fuck up all my way, ho, betta' bust in through traffic
ARs, AKs, letters that equal tragedy
Said it it's his own bitch, you wear your words that grow with passing
To the cemetery, last flowers over the casket
Out the genastic
Fucking faggot, left from gagging over the maggots
Got that shit you smell through the wrapper way before you open the package
Working every cavity dirty, Monday under the mattress
Youngers in the property, living the movie, fucking the actress
Slut in the hood, they runnin' that cash and get in there flippin', it's during gymnastics
Still spitting, I'm on they ass
It's only different, I'm more than a master
Tell them niggas, I weather the storm
King of the jungle, last laughter
Still in the prime fondant
Pick up from the last chapter, bring your napkin, nigga
Tuck your handkerchief, nigga
Some good weed, some red wine and fondant, baby
Town to town flushin', coffee crown mustard
Ho, we can flutter as long as it's in your budget
I send him down as long as you got it covered
Glock with 30 from the rain
Steph Curry, another bucket
Motherfuckers
American gangsta, pluckin' 'em out in public
Riding bulletproof, and bombing fluid in Nantucket
Dippin' the nicotine
Dust juice, buttered to get to the fiends
Choppas that stutter to get to the team
This shit'll get bloody, you get in between
By all means, bum bitch-cuttin'-fuckers in your dreams
Niggas a bunch of pussies, a bunch of suckers in your team
Pick them apart, bloody the scene, do them dirty, leavin' it clean
Mask down, Halloween
Max Soundz, hallow screams
Holla with some beams, you know we came with extra machine
Forty in my jeans, make sure we know Kairo in my lean
Like it raw, shoutout to Pedro, 20K for the plate-o
VVS' us over the Lado, give me the butters on my fazos
Fuck up all my way, ho, betta' bust in through traffic
ARs, AKs, letters that equal tragedy
Said it it's his own bitch, you wear your words that grow with passing
To the cemetery, last flowers over the casket
Out the genastic
Fucking faggot, left from gagging over the maggots
Got that shit you smell through the wrapper way before you open the package
Working every cavity dirty, Monday under the mattress
Youngers in the property, living the movie, fucking the actress
Slut in the hood, they runnin' that cash and get in there flippin', it's during gymnastics
Still spitting, I'm on they ass
It's only different, I'm more than a master
Tell them niggas, I weather the storm
King of the jungle, last laughter
Still in the prime fondant
Pick up from the last chapter, bring your napkin, nigga
Tuck your handkerchief, nigga
