Jun!or - In The Oven (Feat. J. Ames) lyrics

(Verse One) Uh See I could stick around but I hit the road/ Either get the b**hes.. Or you get the dough/ With the ins hoes seem to let us in/ Like a resident girl you know I'm comin home/ I can't imagine how your feelin when your all alone/ But that's my last thought when Benjamin is on the phone/ My car is overflowing doses of the gasoline/ Sour diesel big bag of weed that I trampoline/ (Flip it homie) My Main thing is always mad at me (b**hin homie) No time I invested that Quick to meet the quota tho so she can blow the rest of that Cleaned up nice but you know I made a mess of that Heh I recall when I would call and you would text me back/ Talkin bout not now.. You let me on top now- All because I turned a bit of pot to a knot now/ It like , suddenly you fuxk with me and you got down And that's why (Hook) I love women.. But it's money first/ Im all in it.. Till her tummy hurts/ Imma heat it up.. Hope the oven works Then I'm gone went to drop the work.. Yeah I'm on b**h I said I love women but it's money first Still all in it know the oven works Imma eat it up. Till MY tummy hurts Then I'm gone when to drop the work Yeah I'm on bitxh (Verse 2) Now if I didn't go get money and sat my a** at the pad/ And rapped about the sh** I got rather than the sh** I wish I had/ Paid no bills no sk**s in the bed to back it up/ Would you then understand my responsibilities as a man/ No plans huh. Its rough having a man with solid gold dreams but can't seem to seal the holes in his pants/ See those things are why you gotta let him go when you can otherwise it'll be like his feline is holding his hand/ See me Im Kinda used to getting my bread on the corner instead/ If a n***a play me fugazi put green lights over they head See me Im Not like them other n***as, i know its cliche but if i f**ed another b**h then we been over three days Like imma wait for you while I'm f**en in each state sorry if I missed your call Im busy on the three way/ But your here right? Remember that fact.. When Im here Im like.. (Hook) (Verse Three) Now I Got your friends singing to the song b**h/ Sleepin in my boxers.. leavin me her thong sh**t/ Now she wanna front like she didn't let me f** twice / Both times in one night had her work a long shift/ Only dropped a dime When I gave her bong rips/ Never pay for p**y that's non sense/ similar to comments.. On my god sh**/ Profit in my pocket doesnt fit in wallet gotta keep it knotted uh/ Girl you got it uh.. But give it back/ I agreed to pay for condoms not similac// No head .. She Said she wasn't into that/ Now you don't swallow but the bottle you can finish that / Model lookin chick put the ganja in a swisher wrap/ I don't like blunts can't front you know I'm hittin that / From the back .. Back to back to back make your muscles twitch/ Up until I'm done with it no time for me to cuddle yeahI hustle b**h