Casey Veggies - Well Fare lyrics

[Intro] W.E.L.O.V.E. 108 FM [Hook: Blu] This is what happen when the planet gets to rapping And your woman gets to asking for them needs, needs, needs [Verse 1: Thurz] A little, sugar and cinnamon Your panties what I'm swimming in, wetness around my peninsula Her and her woman friend captain, navigate like Morgan til the morning And the, Henny was empty, Spiced rum made me sin again It's fun and games until feelings get involved And with them unanswered texts watch how craziness evolves Until she falls out of position with all the b**hes Knowing I'm a skinny family guy, on my Peter Griffin Ass fat and dumb as well, who wouldn't want to stick in it? She craving wood to fall between her thighs like Timber, land Step in terrains, I hash swayed in the rain f**ed up my steez, a sidepiece trying to be my main dang Went cold turkey on her, threatened my name Saying she hope I die, that Al-Qaeda blow up my plane I'm glad I came, but not in ya, I have the wants of a sinner But for your needs, I'm an Indian giver [Hook] [Verse 2: Blu] Either she love me or she hate, either way she crazy Rumor had it, the chick had to pay me just to date me She kept me on repeat, but she could never play me Thinking just because I beat I'ma give your a** a baby? Baby listen, takes one in a million to be my lady Let alone what I put in a song could never make me put the smash on your mash potatoes It's all gravy, tell a n***a like a b**h with Clippers, you can't fade me Hit the barber for the taper, 'fore I call Tracy Now my ex wanna trace my steps like Dick Tracy Chill on the pills love, you think I'm dicking Tracy? She sounded out that M and M, Slim Shady b**h you been broke, I get paid for days that I been poor Ask bails and cats outta jail, what you been for? Even though I'm pimping you won't find me with no bimbo Plus you know I can't hear your a** once I close that Benz door, So Um.. yeah [Hook] [Verse 3: Casey Veggies] She stuck in that material complex, reaching all in my pockets Shawty making my arms stretch Like I be hearing you rapping bout that already on sh** And I don't know where you headed or where your mind be going Word Bands'll make her dance, but make her submit a plan Mama was drinking white, I was off that tan She like "I know you 19, on your grown man" Pay for rent for my momma, let her hold bands n***as is just fans, girl you should f** with me Long as you comfort me, we can live comfortably I shop at Louis V, quite occasionally Custom Damier wallet and it say CV I'm on that fly sh**, my car ride quick I spit that sh** that boost a young n***a confidence Just ride with me, die with me, don't be talking sh** Yeah.. and it's all legit [Hook]