Scrub The Ground Songtext

Ay bro, too man to be pussy
Ay bro, too high to pay the niggas, ain't funny!
Ay bros, it's 50 dollars a zip, bet your fly down
Need a' pull your wings,
Ain't your thing to buy designer drugs for me.
Hey Carroll, cut it! Cut it, Carroll, couldn't keep baby in me
In my white tee, I'm the franchise
I made you like you gonna go out next week
Fuck the night hoe, like you left your wallet at home
You by tomorrow.. like I'm future Trans.
Louis here, bitches still with the capsules on
Pen over the soul, ain't that right, dwag?
Could still do my signature with my left
Like a nigga future go home
And she still ain't move on!
Your bitch in love with love
Stop thinking about what why
It's just a lie, why she lie?
You know that bitch lie So get them for every thoughts that your damn mind
At least you got laid, poison.. that away
Cupid precision! Niggas in my line are fine
Y'all look like Valentines!
Ain't never throw hands over no hoe!
I know better than these broken hearts,
The pussy niggas, don't!
Fuckers, you're torn about
In that moment all you wanted is the sex
Well, I need you when my'

Hook:
We got all the time in the world
But bad bitches don't break curfew
You see it in that Panamera pumpkin,
Louis Vuitton glass slipper from my Cinderella.
Got a girl clean up so good
Got a girl clean up so good
Got a girl clean up so good
Cinderella clean up, so good at, I say