Training Season - 3M lyrics

[Verse 1: King Caexar] Bury smuts beneath cement and dust, not resenting lust, still tempting s*uts for top offs like Starbucks Smirnoff mugs, s** d** and coco puffs, double d cups milk jugs and stale choco-truffs Tobacco puffs, scruff tuxedo cuffs, drunk and hung over like dudes sprung in Mandingo huts Drop a load, cause I'm a bored klutz, spitting dope, stronger than the crack that Rob Ford snuffs It's the mellow bunch munching on bento lunch, I'm deeper than the syphilis lining inner bordello c*nts Abusing blunts son, I'm using puns Hard to find like a hollow hole in nuns, this wallop packs a punch Dope saliva, bulimics wouldn't barf this up Viagra in a plastic cup, case my dick ain't hard enough Life's a b**h with a prolapsed bu*t, some perky tits and dandruff Plus she bugs me like some beetle grubs [Hook: Queenn] Leaves are blowing at three in the morning Leaves me knowing that things will be back again (x2) [Verse 2: Jibby] Uh, Got a feeling I'm alright With my n***a we've been balling all night on sight uh He's Scottie Pippen I'm Mike, He tried to pa** me the ball she turned out to be a dike uh Well alright you can roll with us, your girl bad and I can tell that she's freaky huh, let's just leave the club The right words and we could flip the script, the right curves and she could get this dick She say she never f**ed a n***a and Imma take it off her bucket list, I'm just saying, who could f** with this? Invite a hater for some bungee jumping If he fronting, push him off a cliff, yeah that's the way that I been feeling lately This liquor's got me feeling crazy and this weed ain't helping either, some head well.. on your knees, your position and Mama told me nothing's good after 3 am, too bad that she was wrong again [Hook: Queenn] [Verse 3: GP] Ain't nobody here f**ing with my click And if you think you is then you can s** my f**ing dick All of you motherf**s convinced yourselves that you'd fit within this picture, I'm just lusting for some clit and tryina f** a couple b**hes It's that coke sniffing, dope spitting molly with word Jordan with today's impression of the ninety five bulls I see that there's no f**ing fire so I'm like "f** all these lighter teams", more talent in my starting five than you'll find in the entire league I got rhythm, been known to pop ceilings and send a group of jet-setters top-spinning I refuse to make a living off pot-dealing, rather than being on the cover of (double XL with top billing) I show that I got sk** and she claiming she caught feelings Leads me to believe her decisions are co*k-willing Nevertheless I won't stop k**ing unless I'm locked in a maximum stocked prison with cops in it [Hook: Queenn]