Drought 3 Flow lyrics

[Intro]
One Won't Do; Two Is Not Enough For Me No
One Won't Do; Two Is Not Enough For Me No
One Won't Do; Two Is Not Enough For Me No
One Won't Do; Two Is Not Enough For Me No
One Won't Do; Two Is Not Enough For Me No
No

[Verse 1]
Pretty boy flow, Pacquiao swag though
Golden bast*rd child, where dad go
Fool's gold only cool to a fool though
Now I'm richer than them Jews down on Jewler's row
Aye, Aye, power-wash tee, no wife beater
Rusty riri zips, crisp brown, Ike, Tina

[Verse 2]
Pipe Adina's in savory sexy senoritas
With leaves over their pus*y just like a chicarita
Plenty capers and acres, smoke swishers, f*ck cohibas
The type pour a figure 8 into a two liter
My mood is crimson red, sick like scarlet fever
pus*y wet, dry clean, take em to the cleaners
I'm really respected, never neglected
Reality is arbitrary, it's very subjective
Natural selection, bestowed by the heavens
Peons, plebians, peasants--your muggle perception
[Verse 3]
This is free swag, charity
This all of sudden hypened attention is scaring me
In 6 months, I can no longer walk up in Whole Foods
Without the Feds taking pictures, you know, those dudes
Speaking opposites, decrypt a G-code, dude
We call that apples and oranges, it's fresh produce
Happy belated, Nascent
Miss angel wings was a devil, that's God-send
And a fly gold wing, big body Benz
SLS swag, one-of-one for family and friends
b*tch every time you see me I'm in all black
b*tch every time you see me im in rare form
OG air jordans, my ghetto dorm
Beautiful black b*tches all in my ideal porn

[Verse 4]
Super skinny, so skinny its scary
Forbidden fruits, the darker the berry
The sweeter the cooch, puntang pie
How many licks til she squirt in my left eye
But I dont trust a b*tch I sleep witt like one eye
You Fuk her raw the b*tch'll burn you like, like left eye
T boz, I love chilli
Not the kind from Wendy's neither you fukin silly?
Im talkin ushers confessions you know she fuk'd him silly
Who wanna battle bet it up cause susu got a billi
How art thou million dollar dreaming
Voss drinking, Kheils cleaning, and balmain fiending
[Verse 5]
En noir leathers on my chest hairs
2012 will be my best year
My life changed in a matter of months
Whats a necessity a n*gga just get what he wants
Health & happiness and wealth to keep the misses happy
Im that n*gga tell me why the fuk she b*tchin at me
The godess fell from heaven let the god know
Jordan 5 flow tomb boy chic tho
Freak ho!