Po$idon phunK - Doin' Dishes lyrics

[Verse 1: Po$idon phunK] A wise dome once told me Oh Geez Don't go down that road g Just try to row your boat in your flow See, i listened. An mc that ain't quick To grip the clip in hell's kitchen But snakes still hissin, jakes try to catch a man Red handed as i finished doing dishes Only true ballers let it drain, like a three-wade-swishes Called her up like bring a friend now its on Like a 3-way-switch is. Tapping she in submission only wish is No call back from the number that be listed Don't want a sticky situation with these b**hes I try to sip the cup, lube it up. Slip, then split Back into the cut thats whats up Ain't worried bout cut as an artist, soul high up Eye needs a harness. Hardest bars what this author has to offer But is it normal to give no more, and still make it global Coffins, for dicseased tracks, to ill with these vocals Hoping my old folks, don't oh no knowing im stoned cold Then burnt out like old coals, in the dojo Trynna promote these cold flows A litre pulling strings, I ain't trynna be a cholo but Compose solo puttin artists in chokeholds It's a sick world, people think the pills burried in the dough Like god damn, higher than ever-its-the-amount-inhaled Need an army to harm a man Po$idon phunK like, shake-spear out of hand With the pad and the pen