Boba Boyz

Breakfast Lyrics

Woke up in the morning had the pancakes stackin'

If you grabbin' plates don't let me catch you lackin'

Breaking out the eggs yeah we really snackin'

Pots and pans in my expert hands

I got the apron on, but nigga fuck the pants

I'm cookin up a storm yeah you know that shit coming

Yolk up in the pan yeah you know that shit runnin'

Throwin' down the bacon, yeah you know that I love it

Syrup on the waffles, yeah you know you know you can trust it

Yeah that's how I start my day

Ain't no other fucking way (yeah)

Chillin' text the bae

Check a couple movies off the list

Until that night time

Hit my girl up and I see if she can swing by

So I can hit her with them trash lines

But we just argue all night

6 am I'm still up

Fucked up

Cuz I fucked up

And that shits tough

That's why I po' up

The syrup on waffles

Not Vodka on models

I'm lifted

Not gifted

But I try

Real shit

I'ma misfit

But that's why

Not wasteful with my time

Just white sand where I rhyme

Yeah

Happiness yeah that's mine

Yeah

Ain't nothing to it

You can tell by the signs

That I'm doing it right



Thinkin' about what you said

That vision stuck in my head

When I'm laying down in my bed (yeah)

Neon glowing from the red (yeah)

Got ya girl and she fed

Mouth still drippin' from the head

You know that I won't reply (yeah)

You ain't really worth the time (yeah)

Money go flip flap flop

Foreign whip, hot pink with the drop top

Cartel shit, yeah it don't stop

Hella money spent on the fresh fit, copped

Dope dreams gettin' money with the whole team

King Kai shit yeah nigga thas me

Cocaine sittin' on the french toast

Chillin' wit cho' girl, she gotta deep throat

Burning them grits, nigga free smoke