DINNER TIME Songtext
von rexv2

Lil′ ho tryna slide, and eat like dinner time
But bitch, on God, I be smokin' ′za, I just been gettin' by
Damn, I just been gettin' fried
This an AB function from side to side, and you can′t get inside (rex)
Brother flipped that brick like 20 times (rex), add up to 25
Damn, he said his O.G. locked inside, he servin′ 25
Boy, I never gave a fuck if niggas lie, I just been gettin' fly
Lil′ twin, he roll up Runtz, he said, "New strain, this shit called apple pie"

And I'm geeked, just tap the blunt
I been on genie, need like a hundred G′s, that bread came in this month
And you won't be who say you wanna be ′cause your ass always put on a front
And most of you rap niggas can't fuck with me, and that's just me being blunt
Some of these treesh-ass hos tryna fuck with me, but I can′t help but be a cunt
Pushin′ that ARP, ho, double D's, 5.56 in the trunk (go, go, go)
Put like a whole band down on the Glock PB, why the fuck I be tryna punch?
And I′m like FL Keys, twin movin' real keys, if 12 catch him, then he fucked
Could never touch that ho, bitch move too sleazy, her ass stay givin′ it up


(Welcome to the Winners Circle) (v2, baby)
AB is anti-gooning, being lame is a choice
I been high since February
The fleh, the fleh
Enjoy your stay (v2-)

Lil' ho tryna slide, and eat like dinner time
But bitch, on God, I be smokin′ 'za, I just been gettin' by
Damn, I just been gettin′ fried
This an AB function from side to side, and you can′t get inside
Brother flipped that brick like 20 times, add up to 25
Damn, he said his O.G. locked inside, he servin' 25
Boy, I never gave a fuck if niggas lie, I just been gettin′ fly
Lil' twin, he roll up Runtz, he said, "New strain, this shit called apple pie" (rex)

And I′m geeked, just tap the blunt (rex)
I been on genie, need like a hundred G's, that bread came in this month
And you won′t be who say you wanna be 'cause your ass always put on a front
And most of you rap niggas can't fuck with me, and that′s just me being blunt
Some of these treesh-ass hos tryna fuck with me, but I can′t help but be a cunt (v-v-v-v2)
Pushin' that ARP, ho, double D′s, 5.56 in the trunk (go, go, go)
Put like a whole band down on the Glock PB, why the fuck I be tryna punch?
And I'm like FL Keys, twin movin′ real keys, if 12 catch him, then he fucked
Could never touch that ho, bitch move too sleazy, her ass stay givin' it up

(V-)