TheMIND - Pluto Nash (B-Side) lyrics

[Verse: 1] LeGit f** the courts I'm chilling seaside I'm not yo average Joe not even G.I The Jane is very present, Christmas Eve, I'm Drinking wildwoods, Purple Nehi's If he talking, bet he end up in that triage If he ballin' well how come he drive a Prius? But the Hummer all black like the King riots Plus that n***a really p**y like a feline I saw some n***as run his pockets on the green line I ain't even lying, But... But girl you nice as The sweetest slices, of Pumpkin spices, or Better yet Key-Lime Plus this function probably bout to hit a decline Either from n***as fighting or When they run out of this cheap wine If you ain't ready to leave Just let me know soon as you decide Cause you know I turn you over like a B-Side And you know they hate it every time you beside Me Just drop em' like orange potatoes in the deep-fry Please And we can chop it up like... Like, Rock Lee or Suey with beef and Broccoli They call me Rocky; Young Tarver could never stop me Or maybe Fonz-E, red flannel is all upon me As I walk into your party And proceed to smack the sh** out yo disc jokey Just for frontin' like we ain't the hardest n***as in this Eastern Conference Don't know what the f** a LeBron is [X3] [Chorus] Say, hold on hold, not so fast, boy, not so fast Damn girl damn girl Got me feeling like Nash Like Pluto Nash Not the sun girl, Pluto Nash Now her hair in the wind And her feet on the dash Buck 50 down the Bishop Pray that we don't crash [Verse: 2] TheMIND Bare feet and forbidden Pa**ion Soft smiles and hidden laughter Modern day sequences of Eve and Adam In less than Fig leafs No figments; premonitions flashing I need her ASAP This got sh** to do with her fashion (nah) Her shoulders frigid No matter her seasonal factors So I sweat her, Lilo I thank yo mother for yo Stitch Yo thread, yo gift Yo legs, yo lips They spread, you drip (Oooh) The Elements are off the 5th And I ain't Corbin Dallas, but sh** Drop in a Taxi and dip If the world is a b**h You the key for me saving my nitch (?) Said she outta my jurisdiction Fiction writing was never my forte Alter my diction slight And watch the night just turn to foreplay Multi-pa**es, edges jagged, blastin' I'm packing fabrics from baggage Time travelers' modest cause in the future All my b**hes badder On Saturn in fact they Asses fatter than that of Minaj Nikki [Nick Astro] (What you trippin for? You know I'm gone house you. What you trippin for?) [Chorus] Say hold on, hold on, not so fast, boy not so fast Damn girl damn girl, got me feeling like Nash Not the Sun, girl Pluto Nash But you a dime, can't let you pa** I'm in ya face like Google Gla** Let ‘em hate with they fufu a**es If they can't just do the math It's Me + You