Plus Songtext
von Hurricane Wisdom

Oh, anything can plus, drink on flame and bust, anything you touch
And I know I′m hot for real, my cleaners come in pairs
Cause I'm 250 for my deal, my money here, I ain′t steal
I can go anywhere, but bro, you can call me anything, but lil
This hoe know I ain't worried, but go, gotta tell her bae, it's just a crib

I can ask you how you feel, but I don′t give a fuck, for real
Nigga go against the grain, get hit with wood, that′s how it is
Well, that's how
Feelin′ like a dyke, runnin' around with a strap, I′m really gettin' tired of niggas
Kill the boss, the ass, they don′t want, they take the shit, they hot, nigga
Once them asses get on, feel it, it's hard to ride
All black G-man, I told him, you can't tell me not


All I′m tellin′ him is, girl, don't even be dyin′
I don't want no lippies, get lit as wine, get it going
Me just bein′ safe, it was fun, I'm not even pickin′ faces
I'll pop shit on anyone, when I say that's my lil′ favorite shit
That′s my lil' favorite one, over here you′ll get the greatest
Boy, we got the greatest gun

Oh, anything can plus, drink on flame and bust, anything you touch
And I know I'm hot for real, my cleaners come in pairs
Cause I′m 250 for my deal, my money here, I ain't steal
I can go anywhere, but bro, you can call me anything, but lil
This hoe know I ain′t worried, but go, gotta tell her bae, it's just a crib

Oh, bae, it's just a hole, but you know we growing
Show my bitch, it′s just a home, bitch, you blow, not a roll
This may back, not a bitch, you can′t sell, not a real
I said, I'm pissed, tired of being poor, I′m tired of saying no
Yes I don't rub, I ain′t mean much, tryna talk, you die, I tell him go
I can sell it, boy, it's slow, how you feel, I feel, bro
Niggas stealing, you still poor, everyday still a plus for sure