CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Coke in the Sprinter
(J, this sh*t too crazy)
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm 'part of that
(J done cooked the sauce)
The Lunch Crew Company
Yeah, me and Dice back around for the second time
I had to [?] phone before a n***a ever wrote a line
I was a mailman shippin' pounds to different states
But to keep from gettin' caught we had to ship the bowls in fives
Nike tech suit equipped with the Heckler .9
I raised all of my kids, b*t*h, ain't no n***a step in mines
Pulled my gun on paparazzi, had to get the pressing lines
Ain't none of my opps breathin', "Boom bow," b*t*h, I step on mine
Outside, never seen an opp, no, no sir
Shawty got all that cake with the serve
I'm just tryna grip on your waist, feel them curves, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm just tryna take you on a date, on a splurgin' (Ooh)
I was dish washin', now your b*t*h watchin', huh (Huh?)
My b*t*h lips poppin', now her friends jockin', huh
They been hatin' since I was 8, yeah, we've been poppin'
He turned his back, we gon' wait and let that fan knock 'em
n***as switchin' sides, rain on 'em, enchiladas
That syrup got me evil, drinkin' straight, don't even need a pock
Project baby, shootin' dice outside, I don't need no socks
We do our own work, get 'em snatched, we don't believe in cops
I'm out New York for the winter, free Bobby Shmurda
My [?] give that dope a beatin', I call 'em Ike Turner
Tell PJ put his jewelry up, the ho's eyes keep hurtin'
Take you to Katana, but if you basic, b*t*h, I'm buyin' burgers
(Goddamn) Basic b*t*h get a water cup
Make her get down on her knees and eat all the nut
Nah I'm playin', I get a shake and some french fries
Call a pu**y cat pu**y fat, kill it nine times
see you with them thick thighs
She love when I talk Spanish while I'm in her rib sides
Remember stealin' [?] 'til my dawgs switch sides
My brother said he finna grab his flathead and grip lives
Chillin' all summer, coolin' all winter
Just came back from Mexico with coke in the sprinter
Icey Life worldwide and Lunch Crew
Do your b*t*h like a Lunchable
She gon' give me that tongue too just 'cause I'm punctual
I ain't get it out the mud with you, I can't f**k with you
You don't f**k with me and my crew, that's cool 'cause we don't f**k with you
I've been gettin' high in Columbia for about a month or two
is up and now we're comfortable
Uh, Packman this a slap, man
Diamonds tap dance, stripper give me a lap dance
How you fit in them damn pants?
I'm five deep, so bring at least like ten friends
SoHo, yes ma'am
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm 'part of that
(J done cooked the sauce)
The Lunch Crew Company
Yeah, me and Dice back around for the second time
I had to [?] phone before a n***a ever wrote a line
I was a mailman shippin' pounds to different states
But to keep from gettin' caught we had to ship the bowls in fives
Nike tech suit equipped with the Heckler .9
I raised all of my kids, b*t*h, ain't no n***a step in mines
Pulled my gun on paparazzi, had to get the pressing lines
Ain't none of my opps breathin', "Boom bow," b*t*h, I step on mine
Outside, never seen an opp, no, no sir
Shawty got all that cake with the serve
I'm just tryna grip on your waist, feel them curves, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm just tryna take you on a date, on a splurgin' (Ooh)
I was dish washin', now your b*t*h watchin', huh (Huh?)
My b*t*h lips poppin', now her friends jockin', huh
They been hatin' since I was 8, yeah, we've been poppin'
He turned his back, we gon' wait and let that fan knock 'em
n***as switchin' sides, rain on 'em, enchiladas
That syrup got me evil, drinkin' straight, don't even need a pock
Project baby, shootin' dice outside, I don't need no socks
We do our own work, get 'em snatched, we don't believe in cops
I'm out New York for the winter, free Bobby Shmurda
My [?] give that dope a beatin', I call 'em Ike Turner
Tell PJ put his jewelry up, the ho's eyes keep hurtin'
Take you to Katana, but if you basic, b*t*h, I'm buyin' burgers
(Goddamn) Basic b*t*h get a water cup
Make her get down on her knees and eat all the nut
Nah I'm playin', I get a shake and some french fries
Call a pu**y cat pu**y fat, kill it nine times
see you with them thick thighs
She love when I talk Spanish while I'm in her rib sides
Remember stealin' [?] 'til my dawgs switch sides
My brother said he finna grab his flathead and grip lives
Chillin' all summer, coolin' all winter
Just came back from Mexico with coke in the sprinter
Icey Life worldwide and Lunch Crew
Do your b*t*h like a Lunchable
She gon' give me that tongue too just 'cause I'm punctual
I ain't get it out the mud with you, I can't f**k with you
You don't f**k with me and my crew, that's cool 'cause we don't f**k with you
I've been gettin' high in Columbia for about a month or two
is up and now we're comfortable
Uh, Packman this a slap, man
Diamonds tap dance, stripper give me a lap dance
How you fit in them damn pants?
I'm five deep, so bring at least like ten friends
SoHo, yes ma'am
