Chillin' on broad, got my eyes low
Drive slow,
This that kinda ride that make a dyke blow
Hydro, bustin' down the walls, ou Kool aid
Want the burger with the shake and fries
Pay you Tuesday
Never spend a night, nah bitch cost me two days
Seeking more than treasure but I never pass on booty
Better than ya x, mark ya spot
Left the treasure map
Any nigga coming after me will know where the f*ck it's at
Did this from a cul-de-sac
Nigga where your culture at
You had chose to hang with rats
I f*ckin' my got my vulture back
Hear that f*ckin' holster snap
Shorty, she not holdin' back
Make it twerk
Make it clap with no hands attached
Face down, ass up, bitch turn around
I'ma grown man, love the sound of you moaning loud
Know that pussy judge I'm the law, finna lay it down
F*ck the small talk, where them bands
That's my favorite sound
Yea I handle problems but I never catch a break, no
Got couple dollars, everybody in ya face, whoah
Tried to feed them knowledge but they wouldn't get a plate, no
F*ck that starving artist shit, go and a taste, bro
See the fortune teller, get a statement makin' withdrawals
Now my fortune tell her, walk in naked, oh good lawd
Bitch I play the guitar
And I got a rose, hoe
Looking up address and I am pulling up skkrt, yo
I ain't got no brakes, I'm going through her curves
But she only give a f*ck, when that money comes first
Face down, ass up, bitch turn around
I'ma grown man, love the sound of you moaning loud
Know that pussy judge I'm the law, finna lay it down
F*ck the small talk, where them bands
That's my favorite sound
Face down, ass up, bitch turn around
I'ma grown man, love the sound of you moaning loud
Know that pussy judge, I'm the law, finna lay it down
F*ck the small talk, where them bands
That's my favorite sound
Sunshine Rob - Illadelphia Lyrics
Sunshine Rob - Illadelphia Lyrics
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Chillin' on broad, got my eyes low
Drive slow,
This that kinda ride that make a dyke blow
Hydro, bustin' down the walls, ou Kool aid
Want the burger with the shake and fries
Pay you Tuesday
Never spend a night, nah bitch cost me two days
Seeking more than treasure but I never pass on booty
Better than ya x, mark ya spot
Left the treasure map
Any nigga coming after me will know where the f*ck it's at
Did this from a cul-de-sac
Nigga where your culture at
You had chose to hang with rats
I f*ckin' my got my vulture back
Hear that f*ckin' holster snap
Shorty, she not holdin' back
Make it twerk
Make it clap with no hands attached
Face down, ass up, bitch turn around
I'ma grown man, love the sound of you moaning loud
Know that pussy judge I'm the law, finna lay it down
F*ck the small talk, where them bands
That's my favorite sound
Yea I handle problems but I never catch a break, no
Got couple dollars, everybody in ya face, whoah
Tried to feed them knowledge but they wouldn't get a plate, no
F*ck that starving artist shit, go and a taste, bro
See the fortune teller, get a statement makin' withdrawals
Now my fortune tell her, walk in naked, oh good lawd
Bitch I play the guitar
And I got a rose, hoe
Looking up address and I am pulling up skkrt, yo
I ain't got no brakes, I'm going through her curves
But she only give a f*ck, when that money comes first
Face down, ass up, bitch turn around
I'ma grown man, love the sound of you moaning loud
Know that pussy judge I'm the law, finna lay it down
F*ck the small talk, where them bands
That's my favorite sound
Face down, ass up, bitch turn around
I'ma grown man, love the sound of you moaning loud
Know that pussy judge, I'm the law, finna lay it down
F*ck the small talk, where them bands
That's my favorite sound
Drive slow,
This that kinda ride that make a dyke blow
Hydro, bustin' down the walls, ou Kool aid
Want the burger with the shake and fries
Pay you Tuesday
Never spend a night, nah bitch cost me two days
Seeking more than treasure but I never pass on booty
Better than ya x, mark ya spot
Left the treasure map
Any nigga coming after me will know where the f*ck it's at
Did this from a cul-de-sac
Nigga where your culture at
You had chose to hang with rats
I f*ckin' my got my vulture back
Hear that f*ckin' holster snap
Shorty, she not holdin' back
Make it twerk
Make it clap with no hands attached
Face down, ass up, bitch turn around
I'ma grown man, love the sound of you moaning loud
Know that pussy judge I'm the law, finna lay it down
F*ck the small talk, where them bands
That's my favorite sound
Yea I handle problems but I never catch a break, no
Got couple dollars, everybody in ya face, whoah
Tried to feed them knowledge but they wouldn't get a plate, no
F*ck that starving artist shit, go and a taste, bro
See the fortune teller, get a statement makin' withdrawals
Now my fortune tell her, walk in naked, oh good lawd
Bitch I play the guitar
And I got a rose, hoe
Looking up address and I am pulling up skkrt, yo
I ain't got no brakes, I'm going through her curves
But she only give a f*ck, when that money comes first
Face down, ass up, bitch turn around
I'ma grown man, love the sound of you moaning loud
Know that pussy judge I'm the law, finna lay it down
F*ck the small talk, where them bands
That's my favorite sound
Face down, ass up, bitch turn around
I'ma grown man, love the sound of you moaning loud
Know that pussy judge, I'm the law, finna lay it down
F*ck the small talk, where them bands
That's my favorite sound
Writer: Robert Daniels
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