Great Granddad lyrics

by

Quelle Chris


[Verse 1]
Kush got a n*gga brain doing somersaults
Yesterday, clothes on smelling like a boss
di*k up in her mouth so she can't talk
Pop a pill and f*ck a b*tch 'til she can't walk
Now I'm standing in the shower bumping drum and bass
Stepped out put some Noxzema on my face
Hit a blunt twice and sped up my heart
n*gga my loft looking like a f*cking skate park
But the only thing I'm griding is the boss n*gga
Going nuts in the D, coast n*gga
And that's a K not a C
n*gga, Brown chief like Kansas City
American Apparel Jockey Briefs
Staring in the window thinking "Ha, I run the city!"
Renaissance like a sculpture in my backyard
Same n*gga used to get F's on his report card

[Hook]
And I put that on great granddaddy's soul
Told me I'mma f*ck b*tches and always have hoes
So let me call another b*tch up
A n*gga tryna get his di*k suck
Make my toes curl up when you licking my nuts
So when I call b*tch, you better pick up
So let me call another b*tch up
A n*gga tryna get his di*k sucked
[Verse 2]
Nah, what you think this is
I ain't paying for your cab b*tch you ain't getting sh*t
Nah, but a mouth full of kids
Told the b*tch take the bus, guess what, she did it
Blew a n*gga down like the wolf did the straw house
'til I huffed and puffed and shot it in her mouth
Now I got the skinnies sagging with the dirty chucks
Thrift store tee cost a n*gga four bucks
Now hipster b*tches bomb a n*gga like Pearl Harbor
Swear to God, I treat a ho like I ain't got a daughter
Might as well do the same to my baby momma
While all my new hoes look like Jane Fonda
Bump techno and drive little-ass Honda
Give me brain and they say they learnt from they momma
Say she bi and make out with her best friend
Love it to death, but she ain't lesbian

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