Sarob. - Dorothy parker. lyrics

Dorothy parker When there's crabs in a bucket…you don't even need a lid on it n***as tucking I ain't talking bout a bib on it It's so sickening; i ain't talking bubonic Smoother than blue bonnet I do alright for not having no PR Shouts to my girls from the D.R., the salt to my pr I'm off in the V-I No you can't get through No y'all don't know me Or sh** I been into It's not a freestyle. I'm just talking my sh** Lighting up the dark; really sparking a spliff Wading in the mire, couldn't cross through the styx Something to admire when I'm flaunting the tricks Not a freestyle, I'm just talkin my sh** Pull up to the scene & you know it's a moshpit Shoutout to my n***a Olukara, he really be having moshpits though Journal entry number million & 1: My hands are always full cause I'm holding my tongue My plans are falling through cause I stay in the house Got the sk** but I'm scared it'll never amount Flip money, that's a gymna-stacks Refund gotta spend that tax Ohh girl gotta bring that back Gotta bring that back & that's the word that's the word that's the word that's the real Homie came through with the herbs & the rills Everything I got, I earned; you can't touch me In Europe for months I ain't have one Dutchie Shawty asked me, "where you from?" "what's your accent?" "Don't matter, is you tryna get that a** bent?" Ray bans & aspirin No church, no preaching No relaxing on Sundays n***as wanna act but never rehearse the gunplay Swear I'm coming out one day Time will tell but I told you first I remember being 17 wishing someone would sign me I remember being 17 ducking all my a**ignments I remember me + jamie was puffing out on the siamese I was scared to inhale and caught it all in my sinus Last year I was suicidal Anyone who kept together, that's my newest idol My modest recital: Time will tell but I told you first