2morrow

(Chorus) King Jaf

I swerve on your bitch with a roll up, I'm smoother than two scoops of butter
I serve up the sauce with a ladle and sprinkle it all on your lady
My Sprite is not stirred, it’s not shaken, just look at the moves we been makin'
These hoes don't get shit, but the shake off. I wake and I bake and I take off
Now watch how I come with the weapon, I’m sharper than 007
Down to ride when the shit hit the fan, got the tool in the palm of my hand
Pop the cork on it, pour a glass, and you know I got plenty of cash
Martinis, and girls, and guns. That's how we do it where we from

(Verse 1) King Jaf
I seen that little bitch tryna play me, I burp that lil bitch with my baby
I came for the money, that's all, nigga. No time to be fuckin' with y'all niggas
The MZA, my nigga, that's The Saucemaster, and me, I'm just drizzling sauce, damnit
I fuck up the re-up like aww, damnit, ran off on the plug, now we all done it
Ain't losing no sleep on a broad, nigga. I just dropped your bitch off on Broad, nigga
I don’t fuck unless you on your job, missus. Broke hoes get it in their jaws with it
Shake a glass, have a toast to the real
R.I.P to the ones who ain’t here
You left me out, but now you wishin' you was here
My only focus is my kids and my career
But shit, you knew that shit since day one
And when it comes to hoes, shit, I’m smooth, James Bond

(Chorus) King Jaf

I swerve on your bitch with a roll up, I'm smoother than two scoops of butter
I serve up the sauce with a ladle and sprinkle it all on your lady
My Sprite is not stirred, it's not shaken, just look at the moves we been makin'
These hoes don’t get shit, but the shake off. I wake and I bake and I take off
Now watch how I come with the weapon, I'm sharper than 007
Down to ride when the shit hit the fan, got the tool in the palm of my hand
Pop the cork on it, pour a glass, and you know I got plenty of cash
Martinis, and girls, and guns. That's how we do it where we from

(Verse 2) Matte SEXWAVE

It's James Bondage, pay homage, I don't spray llamas
Carpet alpaca, can't afford a stain on it
Smoking Calcutta, 'bout butter, cheese, gwally
Never caught keeping it G hardly, dread me like B. Marley
You don't know me, somehow I owe you one
Got a bullet for your woman in the golden gun
Got the goldeneye, shades over the soul windows
Never told'em why, international
Bread in accounts on froze
Gotta slow my roll cuz I'm in a mission
From Prague to Senegal
It'll be beneficial
To stay out the scope
Listen to your intuition cuz I dropped your whole squad
Took you out the game, no prob

(Chorus) King Jaf

I swerve on your bitch with a roll up, I'm smoother than two scoops of butter
I serve up the sauce with a ladle and sprinkle it all on your lady
My Sprite is not stirred, it's not shaken, just look at the moves we been makin'
These hoes don't get shit, but the shake off. I wake and I bake and I take off
Now watch how I come with the weapon, I'm sharper than 007
Down to ride when the shit hit the fan, got the tool in the palm of my hand
Pop the cork on it, pour a glass, and you know I got plenty of cash
Martinis, and girls, and guns. That's how we do it where we from