Recyclables

Duration

3:47

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Intro Mr. UT- I don't know about ya'll but im cool of recyclables. Every hood got em, every city got em. Those are just people that have been passed around...oh before I forget...fck what you talkin about and fck what you on...but I don't do recyclables, gotta be fresh for me. Hook: I don't do the recyclables, everybody had em, everybody smashed everybody passed em. Big cities, small hoods everybody got em, recycled bitches. If it's money then I want it early, if it's pxssy then I want it early, if it's drama then I want it early. So I can get back to my hustle in hurry, so I can get back to my grind in hurry. Verse 1: (Mr. UT) I see em all as rentals/everybody done had em Better yet luggage/ all they good for is packin Thick in the rear like a wagon/ and more than just the DMV been taggin/ been around the hood more times than a patrol car/ could never be a wife cause everybody pulled a hoe car/ been on more cameras than Humphrey Boegart/ seen more boats than a ocean/ the navy or coast gaurd/ had more players in the room than a symphany with Motzart/ shes the basketball the streets the point gaurd pass with no regard/ her type of animal gettin left off Noahs Ark/ always on the guestlist but never for breakfast/ only a latex waist deep in her pxssy lips/ kick her out the door before she asked to stay a bit/ she at all the events so no need for the digits/ that lifestyles old/ im coo off recyclables Hook: I don't do the recyclables, everybody had em, everybody smashed, everbody passed em. Big city, small hood everybody got em, recycled bitches. If it's money then I want it early, if it's pxssy then I want it early, if it's drama then I want it early. So I can get back to my hustle in hurry, so I can get back to my grind in hurry. Verse 2 Nikkole Lucci: A true bad bitch never spreads her pxssy lips/ for Hugh Heph dxcks with contaminated tips/ fckin all the bunnies and they lookin hella bummy/ raw, no glove playin texas hold em/ std's in they scrotum but you got game like Odem/ yes im a stingy chick I don't like to share my whip/ you askin for a test drive/ carfax bitch/ low mileage on everything i push comin at me lil dadi what's good/ i seen you dxck on Hood 2 Hood now show me some paperwork on ya wood/ you don't know where it's at nigga/ no way you hittin this cat nigga/ you better go pounce on a hoodrat like a mouse trap/ before this hood bxtch make a call and have ya neck snapped/ got ya resume in hand/ all ya exes was whack/ ya track record like a hymen not intact/. so please miss me with them six by nine's you'll never slap Hook: I don't do the recyclables, everybody had em, everybody smashed, everybody passed em. Big city, small hood everybody got em, recycled bitches. If it's money then I want it early, if it's pxssy then I want it early, if it's drama then I want it early. So I can get back to my hustle in hurry, so I can get back to my grind in hurry. Verse 3 Mr. UT Im sick of fake bop barbies/ thinkin they the shit knowin damn well they work at arby's/ mouth open 7-11 I call those slupmees/ good for a massages on the n.u.t.s/ and always wearin that expesive shit/ but feces wrapped in Louie is still feces/ feces wrapped in Gucci is still feces/ makes you a nicely wrapped piece of shit/ and seen more dxcks than a porn store clerk/ and been passed around the class like a book for homework/ all the players was conductors ran a train on you/ everybody could have played you like your name was Pandora/ mind of child Dora the explorer/ never worked for shit got it all off a dick tip/ now you want a boyfriend bop you better think again/ better switch cities cos the truth gone bring the end. Hook: I don't do the recyclables, everybody had em, everybody smashed, everybody passed em. Big city, small hood everybody got em, recycled bitches. If it's money then I want it early, if it's pxssy then I want it early, if it's drama then I want it early. So I can get back to my hustle in hurry, so I can get back to my grind in hurry.