Banana Lyrics - Isaiah Rashad - Lyrics

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Isaiah Rashad Lyrics

Banana Lyrics

Yo, now ever since I was young, had a gift for the tongue
This shit might open the door
Steal fruit from the young, had to come up with some
22 put piff in the boat
And I was bent into corners, I had boxin' in the sauna
I've been focus gettin' closer to ghosts
And I be sippin' the bit probably sippin a bitch
I ain't really into tippin' the hoes
See my brother got weight, my sister at home
When I get straigth my sister gettin flown
Copping that fuse, my niggas gettin grown
One of these day, damn niggas get owned
Can I get a glass cup and a lil' Henny
I'm, too cold but a little timid
I blow checks save a lil' penny
I'm too young for some big money
Ooh come girl get some dick from me
My job needs some piss from me
Uhn, lil' bro can you fuck with me
Came through at the last minute
Lil' wasting my time, lacing with perks
Perks in a bind
Hazin' yo' baby, I'm better when blind
I don't see nothin' this perfect, this fine


Here on the floor I'm serving the sweat
There's no way to go, then
To hide from my love's
'Cause we are young and we are turning some
There's nowhere to go
Still comin' hard

My son sleep, I'm rollin it up
I don't sleep
I'm runnin' for bucks, don't tweet
You fuckin' with us I won't eat
Start stomping your feet, I need that
Depending on all of you feedback
Come out to my show and come feed that
Can't direct the sellin' at the retail
My daddy left me with no details
Came back with a bitch and a stepson
I guess he forgot that he left somethin'
He must have been saving the best bum
She screaming out give me the rest hun
Pearl neckless I empty my left nut
Most niggas can't fuck with my worse shit
I'm scribbling my living with curses
Just wait till I get this shit perfect
You niggas can't fuck with my verses
See they really don't think that I'm 'bout this
Don't make me come run in your houses
We know where your mamma your dad lives
Oh baby, it's sway how this mask sits
My niggas got triggas and vast licks
Don't like how we living it lasts us
You out of your trigger and backseat
Just looking at the shooter it's Mike D
Your rosary shinning so nicely
We innocent city kids if you ask me
I rode in the Benz in the backseat
Them vices they swarm and attack me
Got diamonds and niners upon me
That Juvie, that Percy, that Bun B
Sell track in this black while we dumping


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