Asa Spadez - Ab-Salute Pen Lyrics

I think, I think I gotta just lead in with this one, you know, something like this

Pen is absolute, pockets looking thin
Slim motherf*cker, I should probably hit the gym
But it's hard to find a reason you look like this

Bitches in the kitchen can't cook like this
Pen is absolute, pockets looking thin
Slim motherf*cker, I should probably hit the gym
But it's hard to find a reason you look like this

Bitches in the kitchen can't cook like this
Let the games begin
You ain't tuned in, start the track again
If I told you one time, I lost track again

In fact, I won't repeat the facts again
That's a tax, my friend
Might hear from me in April when we taxed again
May write about June when summer's back again

Can't wait for the fall backpacks again
Once I tell shorty what I do, I need a substitute

Pen is absolute, pockets looking thin
Slim motherf*cker, I should probably hit the gym
But it's hard to find a reason you look like this
Bitches in the kitchen can't cook like this

Kareem in the paint can't make a hook like that
Ain't even said my name, got you shook like that

Before you be the judge, go read a book like that
But I guess I am that if it look like that

But nah, f*ck that
Don't need to waste my time trying to get they trust back

When they can't pick up these lines, don't even need the truck back
Travel light by my lonely, don't need the truck packed
My one damn to give, don't need a f*ck back
I tried being nice, but motherf*ck that

I'm on ice, I need space, step the motherf*ck back
If you ain't cool with that, let this motherf*cker breathe
And then run it back