Lyrics:
Tile why le Tile... Tile why le tile eh
Cus I'm serving a living God... Steady hustle till I reach the top
Dead Lion to a living dog, you can't compare
a groupie yeah just like a huddle
But I'm serving like a butler
And yo nigga mad cuz he wanna be me
Niggas stay worried about me
I be gettin them racks in in
In these streets can't be trusting no nigga
Same trust a turn me into a killer
Chasing that bag climb the pillar
Driving for miles serving pilgrims
Woah
Woah woah woah
Let's not begin
Pounds I be serving
Bitch I'm project baby
Stuck up in the clouds
High off all this loud
Let's go anywhere
I got
Do you wanna taste my kitten
Serving you a fruit forbidden
Run your hands along my leather
A perfect mix of business and pleasure
I saw you staring
Bagging up O's I ain't serving no gram
They wanna know who I am
Ain't bout no money I don't give a damn
Roll up that za and get back in my jam
Got in
Calm down D-One
I know they envy right now
I'm bowling with chopsticks
Serving up Kung Pow
Sesame Chicken
I know what that's about
Sesame Beef
It's
call
Lil pretty bitch I might take that bitch to the mall
All I see green (green) that mean im money team
My brother serving bows he not serving shit by
While I wait to be fed by you
I'll give myself to serving you
While I wait upon your word
I'll give myself to praising you
For your name Is my strong
murder like err when i work the steels
serve on your curb, when i work the wheel
in middle school, i was serving them pills
serving the pills, man
spinning round and round
And this self serving purpose, the only one I've ever known
Because, raised on the outskirts of a one horse town
My mama had me
want, you know what do. Huh?
You can get the food, you can get the food
You can get the food, you can get the food
We serving Blacks, Latins, Asians,
strictly business foolishness get relinquished
We serving Pesto Trapanese Come N get a piece
For a major feast, all my niggas eat
Chefin up recipes
Me, Stan, Ry G, Dave we was serving out the Kinnear
Hoe was too familiar i told her bring you friend in here
That lil bitch a thot I don't care if
strictly business foolishness get relinquished
We serving Pesto Trapanese Come N get a piece
For a major feast, all my niggas eat
Chefin up recipes
dance o beat fique freak
No limite dip
Serving your face
Serving your body, and work work work this p***
Elas chegam no vra vra vraaa
Não deitam pra
up
Die proud boy
Hang him up
It's the sound of a proud serving boy getting burned
Grab a Red Stripe and pour it in the tank
Turn on the tele and have
put in a casket, you come up the hill
I be serving them junkies, I'm serving them pills
My youngins be bending, I'm telling them chill
Catching shots
with the system
They hate the position
I'm head chef running the kitchen
We tryna run up a million
Serving dishes nigga cut up a killing
Ayy
Serving
so undeserving, you must be tired of serving
We're so undeserving, how our lives are spread so thin
We're so undeserving, I'm so tired of our yearning
Shoutout Montana Jay, this beat smack
Hey, serving heads out the window
Dipped this hand in this cooler, it's shit too cold
You can't ride in this
Uh, Eleven.thirtyu serving
Uh, catch me on the highway
Uh, lil' bitch she lookin' nervous
Eleven.thirty service, I be swervin', catch me
Suburban G's serving trees always been up to some dumb shit
Now you heard what I just said
So move some packs and get some bread
And keep a choppa full
Wake up thinking how I'm gonna get paid today
Fucking hoes, which nigga bitch I'm gonna fuck today
Serving bundles, yeah, I got a couple licks today
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