Mouf - BBQ Weekend lyrics

[Mouf - BBQ Weekend lyrics]

You ain't gotta cook baby girl
Cause I got this i can see the drive but
Real hustlers turn a profit
Small city big dreams here
Goes the plot twist
I’ma black out like a goth bitch
Baby talk money you miss
Me with that nonsense
If it's on site you must
Have took me outta context like plagiarism
Real talk I'm ashamed of niggas
I'll be damned if a year from
Now we in the same position
See she like a hard worker
BBQ weekends I like a charred Burger
Flip it smash it kill it that's a Shmurda
Who did it? Some nigga you never heard of
Now you can't get him outta your mind
She think about my rhymes all the time
And the back shots after
Im here for the belt like


Sting from the rafters
Im just a dope nigga mistaken for rapper
Wide range check the picture that captured
Bitch please, I whip it so aggressive
Oh these hoes know the flow is so progressive
No insurance better get you some protection
Contraceptive or scheduled intervention
I'm good on both sides
My nigga I'm ambidextrously
The rare exception
Bitch it’s PayUp! on my necklace
Originality comes hard will they accept it?
Who the fuck cares as long I stay respected
You hear drums kicking piano
Right for this song we let it hum to ya
Cause Blackstreet’s what I'm on
See this a duet
I'm fluent in these techniques
I been proven to do this
Cause bitch I'm Illin’!

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