Kevin Adams - House sh** lyrics

[Intro: TUT] Hey, hey Tiggi I'm gone do this one like we used to Ya know, freestyle, no hook Robby Fresh in the building But f** that, now I'm a start [Verse 1: TUT] Oh, salutation b**hes It's the same n***a, ain't sh** changed My Goodwoods stay dangling, them sh**s soundin' like chump change I mingling with her, and, if I ain't really feeling on girl game I take her back for something else, they call this sh** the store exchange And I'm taking what's mine, like I'm at an airport at baggage claim Flying, House be the team b**h, now what game she tryna play We was somewhere in the forest, with them b**hes foreign, that Alizée And they so exquisite, they saying sh** like, lets drink this weed and smoke this drank Whiling out with Robby Fresh, she cranky, she can't even text Playing 2k on the game-set, shorty talking sh** what you expect? While Zay at home having bu*t-s**, and I get a text from this chick I met Talking bout she tryna chill for a little bit, I'm thinking [?] I said okay, you can come through She gave me head, it was kinda cool She told me that I had good dick I said girl you said a whole mouthful I lost her number and forgot her name New year ain't sh** changed I know I'm wrong, I'm a crying shame But tell me ya'll ain't forget the name It's that introduction and you need it I don't think so, but just in case though I go by the name of Kevin Adams My flow is random, I'm pretty handsome I'm ten-toes down like open sandals I really like to think I'm too hot to handle Cause hoes give me something like f**ing samples And I just tried em' all like f**ing [?] Cause I'm straightforward like my name was Randal Fire on wax, I'm a f**ing candle Can't beat TUT, I'm off the f**ing handle I keep gettin' high like a f**ing trampoling Machine, you a f**ing apple And me I'm a Mac like my f**ing Apple I keep making hits like a f**ing tackle And I got the golden ticket like a f**ing raffle Let them n***as talk I don't care about the jibber-jabber sh** I rather make this cake, where the f**ing batter? Ain't nobody safe in a room full of daggers and a hand of backstabber, we'll all be Casper, ghost Hiding in the plane f** riding, coach Right now I'm really on this pot, roast And I don't mean to brag but, n***a I'm the sh** and I'm pretty, GOAT