Cedric Brown - Pinball lyrics

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Cedric Brown - Pinball lyrics

[Verse 1: Bas] I'm lookin at my receipt like goddamn it, that's my receipt She do it with no hands but damn it she wide receive Super Mookin fiends, b**h, we the new elite Locally, overseas, been so well received This is life like, 3 strikes of felonies 3 times ahead of n***as, don't know a better n***a I need a sweater with some SMF lettering A tour with 30 busses that my n***as go hammer in And we could through all the litigation, we ain't settling Callin' all the pots black, but we ain't kettling Standing at the door, won't you let us in? Kick it down, going places we ain't never been You tryna find a torch and we just laugh at your misfortune Staring out the window ‘cause this life is in full motion Make a movie out the B roll, the action keep you focused f** your token of appreciate, I need payment Nothing say thanks like a whole bunch of O's And some pretty little hoes when anything goes and I'mma shoot my shot if she open I said I'mma shoot my shot if she open [Verse 2: Bas] Uh, I've been lookin' at you all damn night You the cookie I've been lookin' for my whole damn life b**hes early, this a long a** night Shorty bust it and s** it and all that right, yeah She was on that white all last night Did it off me, man she skied my pipe That pedico make her need that diaper sh**tin' on the game, b**h I need that diaper [Verse 3: Bas] I'm afflicted, sick like flu though I'm the future like Pluto All my n***as like kudos All my b**hes got culo You can grab it and have it Never thirsty, I'm cool ho, she let me thrash it like Pujols Up at bat with a 2-0, elementary mathematics I need at least 2 hoes and give me at least 2 O's That's 56 or 57, pending on your connect and how much that n***a respect it Cause check it, to a fiend It's more than a gram, you understand? Ain't enough snow in the sand, you understand? b**h don't jump in the lake, it's all sharks My n***a, it's money to be made, I want parts [Verse 4: Bas] I'm hard on hoes, call me the critic My n***a call me up like, "Bas they all could get it" But them b**hes is beat, them hoes was hit Damn, the weatherman never know sh** The weatherman never know sh** The weatherman never know sh** The weatherman never know sh** The weatherman never know sh**