Condoms From Target Songtext
von Chris Crack

Sippin′ wok with ya' bitch
You know where I had her at
Cutta what up?


Never gave up on this rap shit
Quit a whole a hundred times
Shit, I ain′t even wanna rhyme
Now I'm pulling up to something fly
Can't never knock a nigga hustle
I′m just smart enough to know you ain′t know better
Playin' games in a Tesla
You can keep that lil extra credit
Having discernment just a blessing
They just tryna get some little stones in a necklace
I want the whole world
They just tryna get the drop on yo old girl
Played the slo-mo
Still getting money off thе hoe stroll
Make a popo and all thesе bozos
Don′t take photos
Make a nigga dance go-go
Never not rockin' polo
Lil bitch walked up in the Volvo
Bumpin′ casey and jojo
My life a movie slo-mo
Hope you bought tickets
When you gone they won't miss you I promise
Don′t believe believe the hype
They just really wanna see if you nice
So they can bite
You can take a look at my closet I'm kinda bothered
You ain't even know that I′m that nigga
I′m just busy might delete later (boom shakalaka)
That's a deep crater
And this beat wavy
I miss hanging with the band boys
I buy a house before I buy an Android but that′s just me
If this year don't kill us; its gonna show us what we should′ve did
Way back when it mattered
I don't know the recipe of pattern
We gon′ defeat the master while the people passing
Heat the shatter to delete the sadness
I smoke them young niggas out on my pack
Her pussy smell like lavender and lilac
That's why you buy that
Drive there and fly back
Like you feelings on the bike rack and leave them there
It ain't no time for that
Let′s get paid
Fast forward to the big stage and quick plays
No sick days or vacation
Make sure your money got a job too
And being broke and lazy jus′ not cool
A real player foul eighty ballin' MJ jihad
I lay it down
In the game I′m droppin' its gon′ weigh a pound
Told her to bring her hoe back so she can stay a while