KBI - House Rules Lyrics

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Mama say
Ima say
Any kind of way
Yeah
Mama say
You know just what ima say
I got it really any kind of way
Why just not keep it real
And my mama say
You gotta spray
She ain't like the them other ladies that you tipping bet
Wonder where I got this touch from
Told em that we up one
Nigga just got started I can't finish yet
Yo. You know we cooking come and buy a plate
My niggas eating with they hands
No utensils
They left a nigga in the cold
With a jack boy
On my soul
Know this so know potential
My sis told me bro it's coo to slow up
They gone have to listen nigga so what
So I had to pause and I thought
All the shit that wasn't what I thought
All the money waisted I bought
Dumb shit just to say that we could run shit
And off
Rarely am I baby what you taught
And plus you only mad you got caught
I know
I know
This all for nothing
It's safe to say you close
It's open shut it
You rubbing me off a way
But f*ck the touching
It's love or it's not
You fall or stand for something
Fureal tho
She blowing out my candles like her Bday
I told her that them niggas there be softer then a pillow
And they be tryna split us down the middle cigarillo
A pretty nigga
Hustle thuggish I ain't saying hello
And invert in Denver
Then leave em like I'm Mello
Swear
I know it sting still
Phone on do not disturb and it ring still
Tell me why it's only me that think it's team still
I might of crashed myself but nigga you know
Or maybe you don't
I catch a grenade for you like Bruno
And take it back
I hope I make it back
Yeah and my mama say
You gotta spray
She ain't like the them other ladies that you tipping bet
Wonder where I got this touch from
Told em that we up one
Nigga just got started I can't finish yet
Yo. You know we cooking come and buy a plate
My niggas eating with they hands
No utensils
They left a nigga in the cold
With a jack boy
On my soul
Know this so know potential
They done got me on my rude shit
Type that never had to lose shit
Heard about you
Got a jay around the blueprint
Swear these pussy niggas stupid
We put em on the news
Bitches asking if we coo still
Wonder if we in the mood still
Baby who is you
We be tripping less you do chill
Homie grip the trigger to real
Why you want proof
You ain't never bust a move for nothing
It's what you think about. Like ooo this stuffing
Thanksgiving off a tool
Reluctantly you ain't saying grace out loud
Can't fake out loud
This shit ain't cool don't touch it
I mean it's
Hot as f*ck
Might just burn no match
And say this. Sliding up
Man that boy no match
I gotta
Vibe she know
I ain't say it we match
You know this temptation face
If you not on my bad
I hold my wodie like a rib
We often plot on a slab
I turn from coo into savage you know this cash
And I be rolling off the fad just to cope those habits
You can smell it man
Ima clean ass nigga
Like fold the creases on ya jean that nigga
Nah he be bugging
You never love me
I told that bitch she shouldn't need that nigga
Get ya wait up
He don't lift you up then leave that nigga
Oh I could see this the game huh
Nigga back on back up
Get broke like you need change huh
I ain't tripping off the same stuff
Niggas they ain't ever claim luck
We be moving I ain't tripping nigga
Tell them niggas we be moving off the slipping nigga
I got my homie homie
He ain't tripping off the Rolex foldie tell them niggas we be dipping nigga
Like you know that
Yeah and my mama say
You gotta spray
She ain't like the them other ladies that you tipping bet
Wonder where I got this touch from
Told em that we up one
Nigga just got started I can't finish yet
Yo
You know we cooking come and buy a plate
My niggas eating with they hands
No utensils
They left a nigga in the cold
With a jack boy
On my soul
Know this so know potential
They done got me on my rude shit
Type that never had to lose shit
Heard about you
Got a jay around the blueprint
Swear these pussy niggas stupid
We put em on the news
Bitches asking if we coo still
Wonder if we in the mood still
Baby who is you
We be tripping less you do chill
Homie grip the trigger to real
Why you want proof