she tuggin on the numba 1 headband ft. Thomas Gordon-Crosby Lyrics

She tugging on the number 1 headband

Baby girl if you rolling with the heavyweight

Afro samurai

Then stand outside with me

Rain pouring down sinister wind

You might lose interest

I got to smoke this on camel crush

In the back of the alley way with my dawg Caboose

He smoking on a Winston

We subtly plotting on the master heist

Second rate swordsman stumbling on the booby traps we

Planted last night

Time to yield the fruits of the labor

All the talking for the birds

'Bout to collect the bounty

I like hot sauce on my chicken wings

All the yapping ya'll been on lately

Sounding like the mainstream

That shit don't even make sense to me

Cut that soda out ya diet

Sonic BPMs be having me tweaking man

She said she was only listening to it because it was your favorite song

How could you be so disrespectful

Man that shit is wrong

Smoke with a niga like me

You don't want smoke from a niga like me

She rocked Lee's like its tai chi

In the field he something like the sunflower samurai

Wouldn't be a man if I didn't confess my love to her

Express it in these strides

But tippy toeing over the cow manure

Y'all getting too complicated in how y'all bend y'alls stance

Training resembling

Looking like shit man

Damn