Stain Glass lyrics

by

Tha God Fahim


[Verse 1]
Yeah, catching souls like Karen Civil
Only lord knows what it cost to make a check up in this bizzle
n*ggas was rapping ‘bout scraping Pyrex
Now they in WYSAC for shizzle
The projects is not sentimental
Nobody’s your friend, them n*ggas finna plot on your head
Now why you moving like you bobbing for air?
Regardless, instead
They f*cking over, how you borrowing that?
That four-leaf clover turning brown
Nonetheless, look under the desk
Get stuck like some gum, who want some?
You had your nuts by the ton

[Break]
You gon’ end up tripping on, on your own nuts
You let, you let your nuts hang that low
Come on now, you look stupid n*gga

[Verse 2]
These n*ggas talking about double, I make f*cking septuple
I ruffle, I’m all about couples
So his and hers the duffle and Hindenburg the bubble, hustle
We inadvertent the muscle, you n*ggas nervous I don’t trust you
You a bartender, right?
Why you pour Vermouth up in my extra dry?
(Dump Gawd)

[Outro]
Roll in the mud to get them bloodhounds off me (Brr)
f*cking with the thugs and the bustdowns doggy
We can skip the judge and the jaws now woadie (Grr)
We can get the plug and they pure now shorty

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