| Lyrics: | (Chorus - 2x)
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I
got my cup, I got my plastic cup
You got your cup (I got my cup)
[E-40]
One of
these playas is doing they own thang
And some of these playas is kinda the same
One of these
playas is unlike the others
Now it's time to spit my game
I'm leaning, I got that purple
colors brightness
Ms. Buttersworth up in my white cup, white cup
Codeine'ing, dropping that
Swishahouse groove music
And I'm fucked up, and I'm fucked up
A playa's sweating, shoot dice
up under the staircase
Talking hell-a-loud grabbing his balls and side betting like a
veteran
All my weeples just come hard, reach into my pockets
Pulled out a wad of money and I
threw my dogs up on it
It's expected, cause way back when I couldn't afford
When a playa
like me was leaking, had my back like a ? board
Now that I'm eating, the game done blessed me
mayn
Everyday is my birthday, I'm about that ice cream and cake
Looking for a batch with no
pan and
I'm a guerilla meals must like Brandy
Like the R |
