St. Droper - iPlay 2 Much Lyrics

I told em that's a wrap and I ain't even mix it
Before he mixed it man I heard him dropping all them disses
He tried to diss me so I had to run up quick and mix em
He got mixed and then I left home boy in ditches
I got some bitches that ain't even bitches
And they be quick to do just what a nigga need and wishes
She said she want it home cooked I said I got that chicken
Just make sure when I need that fixing girl you gonna fix it
I need that licking
That twirly whirly mixing
That dipping
That hit it hit it hit it ain't no quitting
I'll miss it
I need to make some bands to make a seat that I can sit in
And forget all of the struggles that I can't forget forgetting
You missed it
I'm twisted
Requesting a prescription just to lick it
And hope I cure myself from all the sickness
I dream about walking along the UV rays until I reach the sun
And then using that heat to burn off all the blisters
Uh
I rock the pillars
Uh
My niggas drillers
Uh
The base be bumping till it knock off all the hinges
Uh
You niggas fibbers
Uh
Ruined your liver
Huh
Tryna impress the chick that wouldn't let you kiss her
Huh
But you was trying
Boy
And she was lying
Boy
Telling you that she's on a no dick diet
Boy
But when she left
Hey
Guess who she met
Me
And then she gobbled me like I'm a five star chef
Let's make a bet
That babygirl knows I'm the best
That she ever had and possibly could ever get
Im a token of success
She felt it in her chest
And then she dipped and realized I wasn't like no one else
That's where y'all f*cked up
You dont realize the name holding the weight is hot as 5 sons
My back always in pain, that's what it takes to hold my nuts up
I f*cking f*cked up wait...
Yo yo I'm f*cking f*cked up
In conclusion I'm the illest nigga moving lucidly
Straight through ya dreams
When you be dreaming bout what you gon do to me
But in reality you know you getting pieced like 123
Cuz I predict ya every move like I was kagame
I got some energy
So ima give y'all till the count of three
To start respecting me before I start slapping niggas like left knees
And next season
You finna get all the rest of me I only gave you half and you was left bleeding
I'm well seasoned
With a natural flow like breast feeding
And stay hard like I was overheated
You got a lotta heart until it stops beating
And that mouth gon get you executed clean for treason
So quit ya grieving
Heathen