Sol - Accurate Math lyrics
[Sol - Accurate Math lyrics]
Go bananas if you lickin my
Split with the lavender six
Sexier than calendar chicks my voice
Is orgasm to mix have my money accurate
I don't won't my cats to
Flip they clap and shit
Real nails no tips that you love to kiss
And for I mereda sour get my thugs to crisp
Front row cheering the knicks illegal
Pit stack my arithmetic
But dick ya lips I like hard
And stiff can you handle it
Sole' burn tracks like candle wit
Independent woman so you don't have to trip
Baby we can go dutch half pay for it
We can do anything that you wanna do
Go anyplace that you wanna go
I ain't no money hungry hoe
Sole' don't need ya dough no no
Yo we number one for months
Tryin to catch up like hunch
Yo we up front and personal
I heard ya label jerkin you
Feel like hurtin who lord have mercy on you
Only female out the crew
5 6 and petite rockin baby blue
And the navy two times two
With twenties on it get up on it you
Want it but they ain't no how
Bitchbagade? have you hoes feel trapped
When faced with hot tracks
I take my hails off you takin
Dirt naps I heard that
Make you work pass atl home of the lats
Bringing real hip hop back now
Who can top that need to stop that we top
Cats where my niggas at
Two times you don't really wanna face me
I had to smack a bitch in
The dressing room of macy's
You don't wanna make me put my hands up
Get yo man what you know we
Buck misery pull the truck up
He ran like a duck now it's me and you boo
And you shit out of luck
Open up and meet these nuts
Now you lumped up for what
Talkin out ya lip now the next
Thing you kiss is peroxide mrs
Rappin ain't yo style you need to switch
Read your top ten list sole' on top of this
What what yo yo and you
Know that I'm the soloist
I'm rollin dice make'm clap to this
Four times make'm clap to this make'm make'm
Make'm clap to this
Split with the lavender six
Sexier than calendar chicks my voice
Is orgasm to mix have my money accurate
I don't won't my cats to
Flip they clap and shit
Real nails no tips that you love to kiss
And for I mereda sour get my thugs to crisp
Front row cheering the knicks illegal
Pit stack my arithmetic
But dick ya lips I like hard
And stiff can you handle it
Sole' burn tracks like candle wit
Independent woman so you don't have to trip
Baby we can go dutch half pay for it
We can do anything that you wanna do
Go anyplace that you wanna go
I ain't no money hungry hoe
Sole' don't need ya dough no no
Yo we number one for months
Tryin to catch up like hunch
Yo we up front and personal
I heard ya label jerkin you
Feel like hurtin who lord have mercy on you
Only female out the crew
5 6 and petite rockin baby blue
And the navy two times two
With twenties on it get up on it you
Want it but they ain't no how
Bitchbagade? have you hoes feel trapped
When faced with hot tracks
I take my hails off you takin
Dirt naps I heard that
Make you work pass atl home of the lats
Bringing real hip hop back now
Who can top that need to stop that we top
Cats where my niggas at
Two times you don't really wanna face me
I had to smack a bitch in
The dressing room of macy's
You don't wanna make me put my hands up
Get yo man what you know we
Buck misery pull the truck up
He ran like a duck now it's me and you boo
And you shit out of luck
Open up and meet these nuts
Now you lumped up for what
Talkin out ya lip now the next
Thing you kiss is peroxide mrs
Rappin ain't yo style you need to switch
Read your top ten list sole' on top of this
What what yo yo and you
Know that I'm the soloist
I'm rollin dice make'm clap to this
Four times make'm clap to this make'm make'm
Make'm clap to this