Powdered Donuts

By KEY!

On Mothers Are the Blame

Released on 2012

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[Verse 1: Johnny]

Couple shots, good rolled up

Head so big, dick blowed up

Dapping up the crowd, they know us

Seem like for once in the life limelight

I'm tryin' not to go, but I need residual I'm tryin' to feed my folks

Want my wisdom called to fortune

Show up to the spot, just found out there was a function

Now I'm booted, don't be foolish

I get to it

Grind my weed on old pictures, old liquor, old hundreds

Federales get no signal

Drive by, take 'em out

Drive by, they spray the house, take 'em out

Hit my cell, I'm dead like Michel

Uh

We still get crunk, hold your phone

Fam, got jumped that was a ride home


[Verse 2: KEY!]

Couple shots fired, 'cause a bitch rolled up

Nerf on my hip, 'cause they don't know none

I said a nigga like me, 'bout cash and hoes

At Neman Marcus, blowing O's on clothes

Knock on the door, if it ain't about no money, I don't even know

Bunch of big booties, I don't need hoes

All I need is swag, I don't need flow

If I do this, I be famous and more

Pick a nigga do it better, none better

None better, none better