Matrimony

Baby please don’t zone me

Half these girls don’t know me

God told me listen

This is what he told me

If I give you bread you better break it with ya homies

I’m married to the game and this a holy matrimony

I don’t do divorces

Ferrai trucks and porches

My girl from KY

She used to riding horses

I just hit my plug and cop a eighth I don’t be pouring

Don’t call me I’m recording the things I say important

This new strain it’s imported

I send the check no voiding

I been way too busy if we linking make appointments

Melodic blues and family ties like I signed with the orchard

Once you get a bigger pie they all gone want a portion

Baby pls don’t zone me

Half these girls don’t know me

God told me listen

This is what he told me

If I give you bread you better break it with ya homies

I’m married to the game and this a holy matrimony