Marc Nick - Ratatouillie Lyrics

Blinded by smoke you cannot see me
Like Nia Long I'm stroking too deep
What's on my mind? Just this money
Don't hit my line it's on DND
I trained your bitch like ratatouille
Put ya' on sauce like ratatouille
Get ya' own sauce like ratatouille
These niggas talk like ratatouille
She cute as hell but her mind ain't hitting
Just want the cat, ain't got no time for kitten
Ella don't tella' want me to stay with her
I can't be next don't know what to tell her
I wear that hat before a nigga go swell her
She with that bullshit I can't be with it never
Staying down till I can get boujee
Rock the stage do that shit at Coachella
Young nigga been playa made
Told her throw it back on the joy stick like you in an arcade
Oh you sleeping on a nigga? Yeah, you played
I remember them days
Tried to spend minimum days on that bullshit minimum wage
Had me feeling dismayed
Took my time and one hell of a feeling it's made
A nigga been going hard since last May
Eye done weathered the storm
Art in it's purest form
Looking like somebody famous everybody done sworn
I had to choose my own route, out my page this gets torn
Swear that she a saint but she wanna' shoot a...
Oh, let me take my time, let me leave that alone
She a bugaboo she don't wanna' leave me alone
Love how I talk that shit through the microphone
She a typical chick, don't wanna admit when she wrong
The way she do it man a nigga mind be blown
Caught up in the smoke and mirrors, you better watch where you going, you better watch where you going
Blinded by smoke you cannot see me
Like Nia Long I'm stroking too deep
What's on my mind? Just this money
Don't hit my line it's on DND
I trained your bitch like ratatouille
Put ya' on sauce like ratatouille
Get ya' own sauce like ratatouille
These niggas talk like ratatouille
Keep my bible in the back count my blessings up
I can't lie keep it a hundred, girl you bad as f*ck
Ain't no fake shit, ain't no fraud she stay dressing up
Had to pull up from the side you can't get next to her
She hit my phone on the next day
Ain't heard from you lately
Why you playing games girl?
I'm not one to blame girl
Some things stay the same and some things never change
They don't make 'em like her, 'cause she is a one of one
I'm tryna' love on ya'
I'm tryna' rub on ya'
I'm tryna' take ya' out
I'm tryna' smoke one up
I'm tryna' roll one up
I'm tryna' smoke witcha' yeah
Blinded by smoke you cannot see me
Like Nia Long I'm stroking too deep
What's on my mind? Just this money
Don't hit my line it's on DND
I trained your bitch like ratatouille
Put ya' on sauce like ratatouille
Get ya' own sauce like ratatouille
These niggas talk like ratatouille