Pipe Dreams
Loseph Jones
Southern Rap Tunes
INTRO: Hard Drug by Loseph Jones (excerpt)
She asked me when we were gonna fuck
I told her that she wasn't ready for that
You're doing pretty good for yourself,
But I'll fuck your life up
Once you hit this pipe everything will change...
...going to work tired from our late nights...
At first you may think that you can cope,
But I'm fucking your life up
Now I'm all you need to get by...
You've lost your job, home and spouse...
I give you temporary relief but don't forget,
I fucked your life up
VERSE 1:
I see you looking and I'm looking back
Shawty wetter than a pool; I'm tryna dip in that
Back stroke, front stroke, tryna swim in that
Bang your frame against the wall, can you picture that?
We play with money; I got action figures, folk
When I get it from the back she's on her tippy toes
When I finish she'll be walking like she pidgeon toed
Then we both lay up like a finger roll
Shawty call me when you down and I'll pick you up
The only thing you gotta do is just hit me up
I pull up, she hop in, I let her hit the blunt
Shawty bad, I bet a bag you can't hit her once
Love that face that she makes when she bite her lips
She like it rough, she be asking me to tie her wrists
We get to it; the type of girl who don't like to kiss
She ain't scared she can twerk it while she ride the dick
I been had hoes I know it ain't the fame
A couple 9s, a couple 10s, shit, I can't complain
My homie told me slow down, boy pick a lane
Fuck that, a nigga hungry; taking everything
It ain't nun to a G, I let her hold a bit
No pictures when I'm with her; fuck that photo shit
She keep it on the low; she ain't posting shit
And if anybody ask, I don't know that bih
Yeah, the club is where I met her at
We just living in the moment; it'll never last
Shawty know I don't love her an she never ask
She got a man, in a week he can get her back
Shawty feenin, she be begging me to get a hit
I serve it to her then she asking me to hit again
But like hold on reality; gotta get grip
I throw her a lil sum and tell her spend the shit
Just like this...
HOOK:
She beggin, she irkin
She stressin, she searchin
She feenin, she moaning
She need it, she want it
{X2}
She want a hit nightly...
Dope dick; that's a pipe dream...
She need a hit nightly...
Dope dick; that's a pipe dream...
{X2}
VERSE2:
Fuck the games, I'm asking you... Can I see what that ass can do?
There's a bunch of girls in here, but none of them as bad as you; tell the truth I'm tryna crash with you
I'm a nasty dude, I'm tryna pet that cat with you, maybe hit it from the back with you
Smoke a pack or two, then get back to that act we do; you know I'm known to watch a ten (Washington) like a National
I done had a few and you had a couple glasses too, even smoked a lil gas with you
Don't be mad I'm just passing through, so you gotta move fast with dude, check the attitude
I'm tryna run it back with you, complete a pass pass with you, maybe make you throw a flag or two
Maybe make you take a nap or two; that dope dick, baby, that's what that'll do
Damn baby bad as fuck, a nigga can't have enough
When I'm griding, ain't no dividing what a nigga adding up; she feel like she gotta fuck
Lil mama class is tough, perfect body and her ass is cusped; a nigga can't pass you up
Let a nigga get up in that tweety bird, hash tag you up. Forward and backslash you up...
I wrap it up and straight dap it up; set the camera up and get to fucking acting up
I pack her up and skeet it where she tatted up, then I beat it where it's fat as fuck
She can feel it all in her stomach when I stab it up; and I keep shawty coming like traffic bruh
Make it hard for her to breath like plastic does, now she a fucking addict cuz
HOOK {X2}
