[Intro]
Did you bring that Creek Water with you?
Back that up
Oh, that cinnamon?
Cinnamon, you comin' in hot
Yeah
Yeah
Trunk Muzik shit
Back to the old ways
Let's go
[Chorus]
I been in a slump all week (Yeah)
Popping that trunk all week (Mm-hmm)
Stink like new money (Ooh), pussy way too deep (Too deep)
Mama can't keep a beat? (Beat)
Kick that ho to the street (Street)
I'ma show you new me (New me)
I'ma show y'all new me (Ooh-wee)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Baby, hold onto this drink while I fasten my belt buckle
And check for the door
Make your way to the kitchen for me, mama
And look at the bar, check for some more
Act like you know what I want and go do it
Act like you got a good point and come prove it
Bitch, it ain't personal, don't get all moody
Why you think I got all suited and booted?
Early forties, in this purgatory
Comin' at mе, gettin' doper, yeah
Young ladiеs out here lovin' the boy
Permanently on my sofa, yeah
I got leather jacket that's older than you
I'm the daddy of this whole fuckin’ crew
All of my sons, all of 'em fun
They go slangin' with the coke in the room
Big facts
Moved in for the pig skins by the ten pack
Passed out on that floosie too with no percocets, you still went back
No pillow talk, chit chat
She real quit, waist trap
Agent Provocateur, yeah, for sure
Wanna put that legs where my face at?
Did you bring that Creek Water with you?
Back that up
Oh, that cinnamon?
Cinnamon, you comin' in hot
Yeah
Yeah
Trunk Muzik shit
Back to the old ways
Let's go
[Chorus]
I been in a slump all week (Yeah)
Popping that trunk all week (Mm-hmm)
Stink like new money (Ooh), pussy way too deep (Too deep)
Mama can't keep a beat? (Beat)
Kick that ho to the street (Street)
I'ma show you new me (New me)
I'ma show y'all new me (Ooh-wee)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Baby, hold onto this drink while I fasten my belt buckle
And check for the door
Make your way to the kitchen for me, mama
And look at the bar, check for some more
Act like you know what I want and go do it
Act like you got a good point and come prove it
Bitch, it ain't personal, don't get all moody
Why you think I got all suited and booted?
Early forties, in this purgatory
Comin' at mе, gettin' doper, yeah
Young ladiеs out here lovin' the boy
Permanently on my sofa, yeah
I got leather jacket that's older than you
I'm the daddy of this whole fuckin’ crew
All of my sons, all of 'em fun
They go slangin' with the coke in the room
Big facts
Moved in for the pig skins by the ten pack
Passed out on that floosie too with no percocets, you still went back
No pillow talk, chit chat
She real quit, waist trap
Agent Provocateur, yeah, for sure
Wanna put that legs where my face at?
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