wifey

Yeah, yeah Ayo, Nash, it's time. It's time, Nash (aight, Nash, begin). Straight out the wet dungeons of rap. The banana drops deep as does my head. I never love, 'cause to love is the wifey of bed. Beyond the walls of mask, life is defined. I think of grind when I'm in a London state of mind. Hope the shed got some read. My red don't like no dirty lead. Run up to the bed and get the spread. In a London state of mind. What more could you ask for? The greasy banana? You complain about money. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the arcana. I'm rappin' to the stick, And I'm gonna move your dick. Smooth, greasy, mild, like a pineapple Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a snapple. I can't take the money, can't take the box. I woulda tried to power I guess I got no equinox. I'm rappin' to the dick, And I'm gonna move your stick. Yea, yaz, in a London state of mind. When I was young my wifey had an arcana. I waz kicked out without no anna. I never thought I'd see that santa. Ain't a soul alive that could take my wifey's cabana. A moist snail is quite the scale. Thinking of grind. Yaz, thinking of grind (grind).