Johnson&Jonson - The Gusto Room lyrics

[Intro: Bo Bo Lamb] Damn, man I hate going to the casino and lose all my motherf**ing money You ever go to the dice table And the motherf**er is shaking the dice And the mutherf**er with the stick is talking (?) Do it mutherf**ing again I saw motherf**ers lose, he so mad when he lost He pulled out a axe and cut his motherf**ing head off And walked to the bathroom That casino will tear your a** up [Verse 1] Hearts, clubs diamonds, spades With a poker face Stakes is high Open the cake It's roulette, y'all Place your bet on the ever so fresh, y'all Till the d**h y'all, fresh as the powder Smooth as the oil Let (?) This some grown man sh**, f** toying with ties Let's get stocks John John got a heater With a field to your blow From the window To the wall Like God with the quotes We collect expo sh** Try to flip it on some hot exo sh** (?) , ghetto prick b**h before I let go six As I head over the petrol bridge [Bo Bo Lamb] [Verse 2] Clubs, spades, hearts, diamonds What the f** (?) It's genetic 45 f** fetish With a love so litigious Take blood, mustard Must have been a f**ing up the Head a little seasoning Mutherf**ing genius (isn't he a genius) It's either all Floating like Jesus with a (?) soul O-X that's an occupied soul Rock rhymes till a n***a drop thighs slow If you keep dissing him, that's not my blow Never will you catch him With a (?) [Bo Bo Lamb]