Lyrics Father – Passion
Text:
I’m not crazy I’m just passionate
God damn girl how the fuck you fit your ass in that
Don’t believe shit that this bitch say
Like she reading the bible (God Damn)
But nigga I ain’t got no rivals (no no no no)
Hit em with the boom boom boom boom boom boom
Check his vitals (Check his vitals)
Thriller
His jacket red he dancing like he Micheal (Dead young thing)
Uh-huh, that stick make ’em twerk like they work at Onyx, okay
Graduated in pharmacy and economics, uh-huh
Look at me the Chevy do jumping jacks on hydraulics
Awful Records look at the chain boy its so symbolic
Girl look at me know ya’ boy is so passionate
I just wanna know how the fuck you fit your ass in that
Leave your best friend at the crib cause she such a tax
Something in the drink got my heart beating so damn fast
Awful dogma
Yeah call me young Rottweiler
Iced my collar
A nigga always ’bout a dollar
Them greens them collards
I went from a scholar to a baller
I might start acting
I might just turn into Mahershala
I might start acting
I might just hit ’em with that action
Fuck your crew
My nigga yeah fuck your faction
You niggas not about that fashion
No carry through
I can tell you niggas ain’t got no passion
Girl look at me know ya’ boy is so passionate
I just wanna know how the fuck you fit your ass in that
Leave your best friend at the crib cause she such a tax
Something in the drink got my heart beating so damn fast
Playing with my money
I’m gonna play with your bitch
And I know she down for it (yeah yeah aye)
Cause she say that I’m the shit (what what)
Know I’m that
Yeah, aye, a huh
Yeah, a huh
What, what, yeah, okay, a huh, a huh
All my niggas gone get paid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
