mg lil bubba - books lyrics
[intro]
ayy
[chorus]
we left outside the cola ’cause my cousin cookin’ coke (coke)
she know i’m hittin’ it right, i’m tryna see which way to go (zoom)
they read me like a book, we barely made it to chapter four (four)
she know i got the juice, watch this cup go overload (yeah)
one week, i’m sippin’ on trish (trish), next week, i’m sippin’ on wock’ (wock’)
when my lease was up, for two months, i was trappin’ out the spot (spot)
started from the bottom, sleepin’ with the roaches, sharin’ a couch (couch)
i was doin’ bad, now it’s a hundred racks inside a pouch
[verse 1]
like, d+mn, n+gga (d+mn), it’s time to scam the system (swipe)
i just made thirty+five racks with my spam n+gga
swipin’ all night, i’m gon’ leave on this ’til next winter
takin’ trips to cali with them ‘bows and a neck pillow (red neck pillow)
red dot (red dot), red beam (red beam)
we been stackin’ bread, pull up with chips like it’s sun beam
they know i keep it trill, hold up my pattycake like bun b (glee)
she know i keep it real, she don’t wanna see another ho hunch me (don’t touch me)
stayed in the field, i loved it
[chorus]
we left outside the cola ’cause my cousin cookin’ coke
she know i’m hittin’ it right, i’m tryna see which way to go
they read me like a book, we barely made it to chapter four
she know i got the juice, watch this cup go overload
one week, i’m sippin’ on trish, next week, i’m sippin’ on wock’
when my lease was up, for two months, i was trappin’ out the spot
started from the bottom, sleepin’ with the roaches, sharin’ a couch
i was doin’ bad, now it’s a hundred racks inside a pouch
[verse 2]
please don’t try to lil’ bro me (yeah), ’cause my big bro in jail (jail)
ran away from that job, went right back to the scale (yeah)
we was makin’ it ring, made that yeah off a bale (frrah)
told the people i don’t hustle, but i still got clientele (ching)
rest in peace to kobe, hit it for twenty+four and it’s smokin’ (swish)
they know i don’t play ball, but late at night, i be wide open
bandana ’round my gun, shot an og n+gga right by krogers (frrah)
they see me in the hood, hit on the engine, then i float it
[chorus]
we left outside the cola ’cause my cousin cookin’ coke (coke)
she know i’m hittin’ it right, i’m tryna see which way to go (zoom)
they read me like a book, we barely made it to chapter four (four)
she know i got the juice, watch this cup go overload (yeah)
one week, i’m sippin’ on trish (trish), next week, i’m sippin’ on wock’ (wock’)
when my lease was up, for two months, i was trappin’ out the spot (spot)
started from the bottom, sleepin’ with the roaches, sharin’ a couch (couch)
i was doin’ bad, now it’s a hundred racks inside a pouch (like d+mn, n+gga)
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