Tag: Betty Crocker

Morray – Quicksand

Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake brah
Doing that put everything I love at stake brah

Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake brah
Doing that put everything I love at stake brah

Back in the day man a nigga had rip jeans
Couldn’t afford a new pair, I had broke seams
Couldn’t think about the money, I had broke dreams
Outfit was the match of a crack feen
I was tryna be fly couldn’t take off
Clothes falling off my ass lost weight dog
No jacket in the winter had the shakes dog
Then I said fuck it ’cause something gone have to shake dog
Then my nigga, Bobby, put me on a quick lick
Wasn’t a lot but enough for a quick fix
Interceptions I was stealing caught me a pick six
In the snow pitching, woah bitch, it was brick dick
Never killed ain’t gone lie, I was tempted
He was the target but he lucky that I missed it
I was always fucking up was a misfit
My opportunity was knocking and I missed it

Young when I hopped off the stoop
Two doors what I floor if I hop in the coop
Too sore from a war where I couldn’t lose
Got scars and bruises, man, I got the proof
Resemble young Steele ’cause I got the juice
You think you 2Pac, let Omar Epps loose
Stepping on neck with my Timberland boots
I’m planted I’m stable I’m growing in roots

Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake brah
Doing that put everything I love at stake brah
Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake brah
Doing that put everything I love at stake brah

I remember chillin’ at one of my little bitch crib
‘Bout to fuck, ’bout to nut main course with the fixings
Her nigga came through, he was all on some bitch shit
Didn’t know I was raw and my hands was so gifted
Boy had me chop had get him a mix quick
Couple knots made him drop like he drunk or he lifted
Fought another nigga after I thought was some kinship
Throwing up both of our sets which ended the friendship

Give respect neck to neck my nigga didn’t back down
Had em’ standing up then he ended up back down
His hands in my life now they ended up flat now
Flat like a wing let’s see if he flap now
Had enough it was tuff only lasted about one round
K.D. on the bench equipped with the tre pround
Made em’ run it was funny he was scared of the gun sound
Made em’ shit he a bitch
By the car he was ducked down
I ain’t got no time for the fakes
The phonies, jabrownies, the ops or the jakes
My homies the only who come past the gate
I’m whacking the weeds, cutting heads off of snakes
I’m hungry I’m eating right off of ya plate
I want it, I’m on it, it’s mine for the take
I’m stagnant, a magnet, I’m staying in place
The reason I’m popping is all of the hate

Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake brah
Doing that put everything I love at stake brah

Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake brah
Doing that put everything I love at stake brah

Big Baby Scumbag – Chips Lyrics

[Chorus]
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my wrist (check my wrist)
I got cheese, I got cheddar, I got chips (I got chips)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my flip (check my flip)
Bitch I drip, baby love the way I drip (whoah)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my wrist (check my wrist)
I got cheese, I got cheddar, I got chips (I got chips)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my flip (check my flip)
Bitch I drip, baby love the way I drip

[Verse 1]
Flexin’ like this is my hobby, broke boy you need to stop it
I got Pesos in my pocket, tryin’ to stack up all my profits
I got polo on my body, boy I’m runnin round the lobby
Cook them dishes like hibachi, bitch I’m hotter than wasabi
Boy my mouth look like confetti, and I’m hot just like spaghetti
My bitch look like lil debbie, where that money, I’ma get it
I get bread just like a deli, I got cake like Betty Crocker
I got lettuce, I got cheese, baby you can keep the Whopper
They say baby how you flex, all this ice around ya neck
I got bitches on my dick, ‘cus they know a nigga next
Bet your baby caught the blizzard if he take a deep breath
I been ballin’ like a bitch, I ain’t even need a ref, boy I flex

[Chorus]
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my wrist (check my wrist)
I got cheese, I got cheddar, I got chips (I got chips)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my flip (check my flip)
Bitch I drip, baby love the way I drip (whoah)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my wrist (check my wrist)
I got cheese, I got cheddar, I got chips (I got chips)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my flip (check my flip)
Bitch I drip, baby love the way I drip

[Verse 2]
Bitch I’m hot like a salsa, I’m fly, bitch I’m sauced up
I’m wet like a faucet, I flex bitch, I’m flossed up
I be [???], busy [???]
Cheesed up in my tooth mane, no this ain’t Johnny Dang
I be out there switchin’ lane, broke boy stay in your lane
Po’ boy ain’t make no change, no boy, can’t ride no wave
This that pop a tag money, buy yo bitch a bag money
All my niggas catchin’ plays, this that quarterback money
You a pussy nigga, I can smell it from a mile away
I get everything I want like every day a holiday
Wanna count a hun’ed million, pull up in a Escalade
I got bitches from the Himalayans to the Everglades (whoah)

[Chorus]
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my wrist (check my wrist)
I got cheese, I got cheddar, I got chips (I got chips)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my flip (check my flip)
Bitch I drip, baby love the way I drip (whoah)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my wrist (check my wrist)
I got cheese, I got cheddar, I got chips (I got chips)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my flip (check my flip)
Bitch I drip, baby love the way I drip (whoah, whoah, whoah)