Lyrics to Pinball
(Verse)
I'm lookin at my receipt like goddamn it, that's my receipt
She do with no hands but damn is she wild to see
Super murkin fiends, bitch, we the new elite
Locally, overseas, bitch so well received
This is life like, 3 strikes of felonies
3 times ahead of niggas, don't know a better nigga
I need a sweater with some mess I must letter it
Or tour with 30 busses that my niggas go hammerin
And we could through all the litigation, we ain't settling
Come in all the pots, black oh we ain't cattling
Standing at the door, won't you let us in
Kick it down, going places we ain't never been
We tryna find a torture, we just laugh at fame and fortune
Staring out the window ‘cause this life is in full motion
Make a movie out the b roll, that action keep you focused
Fuck your token of appreciate, I need payment
Nothing say thanks like a whole bunch of O's
And some pretty little hoes when anything goes and
I'mma shoot my shot if she open
I said I'mma shoot my shot if she open
(Verse)
Uh, I've been lookin at you all damn night
You the cookie I've been lookin for my whole damn life
Bitches totally this a long ass night
Shorty bustin and suckin and all that right, yea
She on that white all last night
Did it off me, man she skied my pipe
That pedico make her need that diaper
Shittin on the game, bitch I need that diaper
(Verse)
I'm afflicted, sick like flu though
I'm the future like Pluto
All my niggas like kudos
All my bitches got kulo,
You can grab it and have it
Never thirsty, I'm cool hoe, she let me trash it like pool hoes
Up that bat with a 2-0, elementary mathematics
I need at least 2 hoes and give me at least 2 O's
That's 56 or 57 pending on your connect and how much that nigga respect
Could check it to a fiend
It's more than a gram, you understand?
Ain't enough snow in the sand, you understand?
Bitch don't jump in the lake, it's all sharks
My nigga, it's money to be made, I want parts
(Verse)
I'm hard on hoes, call me the critic
My nigga call me up like boss stay on to get it
But them bitches is beat, them hoes was hit
Damn, the weather never know shit
The weather never know shit
The weather never know shit
The weather never know shit
The weather never know shit
Pinball Video:
I'm lookin at my receipt like goddamn it, that's my receipt
She do with no hands but damn is she wild to see
Super murkin fiends, bitch, we the new elite
Locally, overseas, bitch so well received
This is life like, 3 strikes of felonies
3 times ahead of niggas, don't know a better nigga
I need a sweater with some mess I must letter it
Or tour with 30 busses that my niggas go hammerin
And we could through all the litigation, we ain't settling
Come in all the pots, black oh we ain't cattling
Standing at the door, won't you let us in
Kick it down, going places we ain't never been
We tryna find a torture, we just laugh at fame and fortune
Staring out the window ‘cause this life is in full motion
Make a movie out the b roll, that action keep you focused
Fuck your token of appreciate, I need payment
Nothing say thanks like a whole bunch of O's
And some pretty little hoes when anything goes and
I'mma shoot my shot if she open
I said I'mma shoot my shot if she open
(Verse)
Uh, I've been lookin at you all damn night
You the cookie I've been lookin for my whole damn life
Bitches totally this a long ass night
Shorty bustin and suckin and all that right, yea
She on that white all last night
Did it off me, man she skied my pipe
That pedico make her need that diaper
Shittin on the game, bitch I need that diaper
(Verse)
I'm afflicted, sick like flu though
I'm the future like Pluto
All my niggas like kudos
All my bitches got kulo,
You can grab it and have it
Never thirsty, I'm cool hoe, she let me trash it like pool hoes
Up that bat with a 2-0, elementary mathematics
I need at least 2 hoes and give me at least 2 O's
That's 56 or 57 pending on your connect and how much that nigga respect
Could check it to a fiend
It's more than a gram, you understand?
Ain't enough snow in the sand, you understand?
Bitch don't jump in the lake, it's all sharks
My nigga, it's money to be made, I want parts
(Verse)
I'm hard on hoes, call me the critic
My nigga call me up like boss stay on to get it
But them bitches is beat, them hoes was hit
Damn, the weather never know shit
The weather never know shit
The weather never know shit
The weather never know shit
The weather never know shit
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