Painful Visits Lyrics
Yeah Paper B!tches To The Graveyard
Six Feet Under In My Front Yard
Checking For Real Sipping Green
Popping Off Going To Have Me With A Summer
Right Now Baby Can’t Find No H*e
Tell Her No But She So Spoiled
I Pour A Four More And Make My Soul Boil
So Many Years I Stopped Looking To The Scoreboard
But Now We Up Ten And Probably Plenty More
Go Malicious With These Foreigns And Cold Wars
That Bad B!tch Left You With A Hot D!ck And A Cold Sore
Keep Them Squares Out Of Your Circle And Your Overall
I Pull Up Knock All Of The Pictures Of Your B!tches Wall
Who Said They Hotter Than My Team Cause I Can’t Over Call
Already Platinum And T They Chose That Overall
Said They Gonna Keep Me Bout One Chain
So I Rock Them All, So I Rock Them All
When Bro Get How The Ego In I Ain’t Gon Talk ’em Off
This Money Coming Left And Right
But Going Straight And Involved
When Life Give You Twists And Turns
You Gotta Straighten It Off
When Life Give You Twists And Turns
You Gotta Straighten It Off
Put Out The Car Full Of My Kids
And Drove It Straight To The Mall
He Filled That Car With Them Things
And Drove Them Straight Down South
Want Me To Fu*k Her With My Chain
Hate When I’m Talking Them Off
I Caught Up Reaching For Her Pain There’s No Point
In Taking Those Off You Ain’t Never Had To Strip Down
In Squatting In Cars Never Had To Pay The Cost
What Would It Take To Be A Boss
We Gonna Kill Them Boys By A Winning
I’ll Buy A Nigga Cadillac
Sell It For A Couple Hundred Thousand
One Breaking My Dollar Off I Make Fifty Racks
First Day Of The Week Ain’t Nothing To Talk About
Yeah I Just Made My Old B!tch Fu*k On My New B!tch
I Went Hollywood I Feel Like I’m Too Rich
Cup So Chewy I Probably Need A Toothpick
And I Had Seen Him
I Probably He Ain’t Do Shit But
Let’s Go Back Before
Before I Had To Pour
Cup So Thick This Shit Here Looking Like Motor
Or So Say You Love Me Not Before I Go On Tour
Before I Hop Up On That Yacht And I Say A Aboard
I Told You Once Or Twice Shouldn’t Be Three Or Four
Rap Check Just Ride To My Back So Pour Another Four
Every Champagne Bottle You Pop
We Gonna Pop Five More
Cause Everybody In This Life Needs Something To Die For
Six Feet Under In My Front Yard
Checking For Real Sipping Green
Popping Off Going To Have Me With A Summer
Right Now Baby Can’t Find No H*e
Tell Her No But She So Spoiled
I Pour A Four More And Make My Soul Boil
So Many Years I Stopped Looking At The Scoreboard
But Now We Up Ten And Probably Plenty More
Go Malicious With These Foreigns And Cold Wars
