Dearfield (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Bill K. Kapri/Jesus Bobe

Composed by：Bill K. Kapri/Jesus Bobe

Produced by：Dr Zuez

Lookin' at my lil' boy my first born

And then my daughter came in pure form

Bringin' this money home I gotta perform

In this cold world I swear to keep you so warm

I'm livin' up ridin' on foreign

I told 'em don't even slide until I'm on tourin'

I hate to see you cry I told you no more

I keep buyin' you Dior because I adore you

Fuck you from the back I have your butt sore

If you ain't tryna fuck then what you come for?

If you know me you know you owe me gotta come forward

You takin' food from my family so nigga fuck your

Play with my name I swear the gang gon' cause a uproar

I don't wanna see no crackers rushin' through the front door

Just me and you negative two and baby plus four

Might catch a nigga out his boundary I'ma up score

Like this taco meat I'm sellin' hard and soft

Nigga steal from me I'm tryna cut his hand off

That nigga done he met the plug and then he ran off

You really eatin' for real then nigga let the bread talk

My money where my mouth is so what you sayin' now?

Remember strugglin' in the 'jects nigga Red Cross

Snipe a nigga with a pistol got a beam you see that red cross uh

Can't no bitches say I'm lead but I let that lead off

Let me eat your pizza if it's good I'll buy you CC

These karats cut bitch ice hittin' deep freeze

If you a O-P we killin' out of boundar'

And when I'm OT I don't link with out-of-towners

She wasn't lookin' for no love but I found her

These nigga only be some killers on the browser

I ain't never need a stepper I got my own feet

I don't want you to do nothin' baby don't breathe

I don't want you to go nowhere baby don't leave

I better not catch you goin' outside MO3

Want that pressure nigga bring it nigga show me

Odell Beckham only time we spin out OB

Nigga try to claim my body like they did somethin'

Y'all been beefin' since forever y'all ain't did nothin'

Ain't nothin' happen to that boy till we got him torched

I swear to God these nigga gay these nigga batty boys

I need a M5 I ain't talkin' 'bout the gun oh yeah

Bitch you're through is you fiendin'? 'Cause we done uh yeah

And before you go I gotta make you cum uh yeah