Stove Top Serenade lyrics

[Intro: ANKHLEJOHN]
Lordy!
Yeah

[Verse 1: ANKHLEJOHN]
Be on the shadows of a cold Tundra
In the little villages where you was molded from
You taught me no when i asked you to hold something
But you don't hold me nothing
I got a lot of push, i shoulder rubbish, he showed me something
I learned that from my older cousin that taught me the game
I violate you if you walk in this range
My lordy got shot on the way to the hospital had to talk to his pain
Coughing [coffin?] my name on the stone island jacket
[?]
I had to crack a car [?]
I met with the boosters
She like every pick cus she slept with me, stupid
I had to take like two trips
Foldin' my clothes, that's when I overheard your name on a news clip
I'm like ooh sh*t
I don't know...the possibillity do exist
New phone who is this?
sh*t cinematic like Stanley Kubrick
I instigate like..
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[Break: ANKHLEJOHN & Rome Streetz]
Oh lordy!
f*ck
Y'all n*ggas know what the f*ck it is n*gga
f*ck outta here

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Today's math is the cash, and that sh*t'll never change
The slid di*k in so many different b*tches, kinda hard to remember names
All of y'all n*ggas is unoriginal and imitate to trend the same
This that new, voodoo on your YouTube ima use to bend ya brain
Send lil' n*ggas to the store and i might let you go and spend the change
Been at my worst and saw who was there, so I don't look at the word "friend" the same
Holiday style, run up on a rapper, tear him up, and send his frame
Fifty cent for the gram hate or love it underdog now on top of the game
Take it in vein, n*ggas ain't got no connoisseur, so all your sh*t is plain
Paid up the soft when they thought i was old dog, how i move around with the 'caine
Had a lot of sh*t to sell like Target, rap popped, so i switched my aim
Still got work on the market, just gotta locate the username
You's a lame, champagne stain on the Off-White, but it's cool
Remember nights, when i was broke, had to fix all my problems with the tool
Small chrome thirty-thirty-two (blaow), turn your dome to a convertible
I'm a rolling stone, breaking down the zone, if you call my phone then i'm serving you
Motherf*cker