Mastros fa Lunch versuri

Mastros fa Lunch lyrics by BillyBadazz

Intro
Ayy, it’s a BadAzz, nigga
Look, ayyVerse
Mastro’s for lunch, I take my meals Oscar style
I know I’m fucked up in the head, I popped his ass with a smile
Once she took them panties off, she said she ain’t did this in a while
My whole room full of baby bottles, but I still ain’t got no child
I’m the same nigga from last time, built this shit up from the ground
Put a shoutout game like I’m playing curse on the mound
I know I’m a king, but it’s a junky fitted instead of a crown
Got the crowd going crazy, you gotta love it, Midtown
Man, this bitch so bad, I’m wondering to never tell her no
I’m still on probation, but when I get off, you going to curse and care
I’m changing my whips and bitches up just like I change my clothes
Look what that money make a bitch do, she touching toes
Get that long without end pole, touch your soul
I fell up in a joint, I’m getting cashed out for gold
I don’t want no ice in my cup ‘cause I’m already cold
I don’t really do no fighting, so asking for a fade it’s kinda bold
I traded in my barrel for some bankrolls
Annoying ass bitch on my phone, I hate those
Bitch, this my world and everything I say goes
What’s that buzzing in your left pocket shit? Just a sloppy roll
Nosey ass bitch asking questions, you just gotta know
Black and white Supreme, everything look like a domino
If you took the same risks that I took then you’ll be poppin’
I might take a flight to Houston, Texas just to eat Popeyes
Right arm tatted, chopper bullets with some choppers
You’ll get quiet when they talk about the money
Let’s stay on topic tough, I’m know a nigga from the city, easy league
He don’t never talk, I’m 23, but when I introduce myself, they always think I’m grown
My granny that’s my guardian angel so I ain’t never alone
I’m thuggin’ ‘til 5 in the morning, shit, I’m barely goin’ home
I’m still comin’ strong further in my zone
One in the neck and one to the dome