Lyrics Mind Tricks - St. Leroy II

Mind Tricks

Minds got bands them on it
Used to have the trap phone it was bunkin'
Ben Frank that my homie
Gotta stack up them big face hunninds
Oh she wanna be wifey
Ain’t got time to check I’m runnin'
Oh she wanna be wifey
Ain’t got time to check I’m runnin'
Dreaded up jesus with the bunt lit
Talk to me nice no assumptions hoe
She think that we a couple but we nothin'
Gotta make it stack, stack it up with my bros
Went an got that bitch a Chanel leash
‘Fore I get a married hell gon' freeze over
And I done started seeing these spaceships
Geeked up I feel Fabo
Need the cake
Wallet look like easy-bake (Oh yea)
Rack it up til it’s bustin out the safe
Minds got bands them on it
Used to have the trap phone it was bunkin'
Ben Frank that my homie
Gotta stack up them big face hunninds
Oh she wanna be wifey
Ain’t got time to check I’m runnin'
Oh she wanna be wifey
Ain’t got time to check I’m runnin'
Sippin' out the bottle fuck a wine glass
Saint walk the like line Johnny cash
Mo' sauce than a box of pizza
On her knees an I caught that breeze yea
In this cold world it’s just me and my bruddas
Stuck to the bread like peanut butter
Getting' so high got god like «what up?»
Ask Billie Jean I’ma bad muhfucka
Need the cake
Wallet look like easy-bake (Oh yea)
Rack it up til it’s bustin out the safe
Minds got bands them on it
Used to have the trap phone it was bunkin'
Ben Frank that my homie
Gotta stack up them big face hunninds
Oh she wanna be wifey
Ain’t got time to check I’m runnin'
Oh she wanna be wifey
Ain’t got time…
Minds got bands them on it
Used to have the trap phone it was bunkin'
Ben Frank that my homie
Gotta stack up them big face hunninds
Oh she wanna be wifey
Ain’t got time to check I’m runnin'
Oh she wanna be wifey
Ain’t got time to check I’m runnin'