Dream Mclean - Steak and Eggs lyrics

[Verse 1: Don Silk] Allow myself to introduce myself The name's Silk, I take pills and abuse my health That sh**'s wavey I'm off a couple roxy cutting pills With a osh called Polly and I got polly in my pocket still My pocket's filled with f**ing dank Yeah you know I get the dro That megaphone Very loud to make your f**ing head explode Huh And spread your legs hoe And when I bust my nut you need to make me steak and eggs hoe sh**, my cracker I been on my but sh** b**h called me maraca Yeah my life's a movie but no BAFTA No script, no actors Blue slim I roll backwards I went to Cali and smoked Backwoods Straight to the head Hit to the cranium My dro is out of this world I'm piffing an alien My b**h is Arabian With a mix of Australian I'm sipping that wavy mandy crystal mixed with my Jamieson Pizzy [Hook] Eat good, smoke better Talk sh**, guess I should know better Eat steak, smoke cheddar Weed break 'em higher than a helicopter propeller I wake up tell my b**h make my f**ing bed This is that ignant sh** I'm breaking bread and eating that steak and eggs I'm eating good, I'm smoking better Steak and eggs with two b**hes that's my salt and pepper [Verse 2] Hoe you know my name And you know my gang as well Goddamn when I saw your frame I was like who the f**'s that mademoiselle Real talk you look like a ten My dro it smells like a twelve Tell that hoe to come to my show And jump on my wave Free Max Bigavel I been getting head And you been chasing tails I'm piffing doobs, we're dreaming J's got people watching like Cineworld I'm a boss like Stringer Bell (shh) Not 'till a hoe don't ring my bell Got your b**h on lock and she's [?] By the wishing well, well I wish her well Never kiss a sket because them b**hes tell She's bygoing Heaven, getting up to living Hell So what's good besides this lemon haze that I inhale Got London city buzzing that's my clientele Be like money This ain't a joke it ain't funny State well done and my eggs look sunny Now she's on me, hardest Left her spinning like [?], pardon me sh**, pretty girl and that's my condiments Ate all my sides, octagon [Hook] [Verse 3: Dream Mclean] I just k**ed a bottle of vodka; now I'm dead Painting the whole town red Like I'm Howard Webb Spotify free trial, only got an hour left 8% battery, I'm feeling powerless Now and then I rain on a b**h like a showerhead f** her with the shower head She's like now I'm wet Now I'm wet (yeah) Eat it 'till her knees shake Sweet, sweet steak Sour eggs Eating good (smoking better), smoking better Doing music, listening to d** Cause they go together She smoking hot But I treat her just like a roach and dead her You can have her, brother She's an old endeavour Phaze, that's my n***a Silk, that's my n***a And I ain't really built like a piffer, but still-a Piffing with the gang Dizzle in the bag One dab, two dab, ticket to Japan And I'm gone