Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Well Fare, artist - Blu. Date of issue: 18.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Well Fare |
| This is what happen when the planet gets to rapping |
| And your woman gets to asking for them needs, needs, needs |
| A little, sugar and cinnamon |
| Your panties what I’m swimming in, wetness around my peninsula |
| Her and her woman friend captain, navigate like Morgan til the morning |
| And the, Henny was empty, Spiced rum made me sin again |
| It’s fun and games until feelings get involved |
| And with them unanswered texts watch how craziness evolves |
| Until she falls out of position with all the bitches |
| Knowing I’m a skinny family guy, on my Peter Griffin |
| Ass fat and dumb as well, who wouldn’t want to stick in it? |
| She craving wood to fall between her thighs like Timber, land |
| Step in terrains, I hash swayed in the rain |
| Fucked up my steez, a sidepiece trying to be my main dang |
| Went cold turkey on her, threatened my name |
| Saying she hope I die, that Al-Qaeda blow up my plane |
| I’m glad I came, but not in ya, I have the wants of a sinner |
| But for your needs, I’m an Indian giver |
| Either she love me or she hate, either way she crazy |
| Rumor had it, the chick had to pay me just to date me |
| She kept me on repeat, but she could never play me |
| Thinking just because I beat I’ma give your ass a baby? |
| Baby listen, takes one in a million to be my lady |
| Let alone what I put in a song could never make me put the smash on your mash |
| potatoes |
| It’s all gravy, tell a nigga like a bitch with Clippers, you can’t fade me |
| Hit the barber for the taper, 'fore I call Tracy |
| Now my ex wanna trace my steps like Dick Tracy |
| Chill on the pills love, you think I’m dicking Tracy? |
| She sounded out that M and M, Slim Shady |
| Bitch you been broke, I get paid for days that I been poor |
| Ask bails and cats outta jail, what you been for? |
| Even though I’m pimping you won’t find me with no bimbo |
| Plus you know I can’t hear your ass once I close that Benz door, So |
| Um. |
| yeah |
| She stuck in that material complex, reaching all in my pockets |
| Shawty making my arms stretch |
| Like I be hearing you rapping bout that already on shit |
| And I don’t know where you headed or where your mind be going |
| Word |
| Bands’ll make her dance, but make her submit a plan |
| Mama was drinking white, I was off that tan |
| She like «I know you 19, on your grown man» |
| Pay for rent for my momma, let her hold bands |
| Niggas is just fans, girl you should fuck with me |
| Long as you comfort me, we can live comfortably |
| I shop at Louis V, quite occasionally |
| Custom Damier wallet and it say CV |
| I’m on that fly shit, my car ride quick |
| I spit that shit that boost a young nigga confidence |
| Just ride with me, die with me, don’t be talking shit |
| Yeah. |
| and it’s all legit |