Perrion – Remedies lyrics

Lord, lord, lord
Should I go crazy with the flow or get steady with the flow?
No, no

I don't know why I'm addicted to them white girls
That's not cocaine, that's not no from the 2-1-2
Came up form nothing but hopes and views
I pray the Lord my soul to keep it
Flash it down before I wait
For heaven's sake I'm strapped up
The devil's got a hold of me

One touch of them soft hands
That done too crazy so to speak
Drive me crazy when I had my baby
Make a niggaare wanna hold that piece
Chest you on my brain
From suicidal tendencies
Oh shit broke bitch, never on that hoe shit
Niggers claim they running shit no spray no bottle
No service, no car, paved the way
So far it's like they've been needing
To get on my shit, fuck it bitch I'm on my way
You ain't worth a penny, that's that auto way
Phone smash that's that Harlem way
Chrome after that condome that's the Emily
Right out of that funeral, fuck it I took it all the way
Got up on my stake and shit, fuck you niggers pay me shit
I don't even rap for free your main hoe got me rapping shit
But I've been fucking with this white girl who liked buying me shit
Slammed up on that pussy like I'm waiting shit
Money I can't say these hoes need
But I don't feed them hoes even so ether
Niggers think they hold piece, get the fuck up out my face

I don't know why I'm addicted to them white girls
That's not cocaine, that's not no from the 2-1-2
Came up form nothing but hopes and views
I pray the Lord my soul to keep it
Flash it down before I wait
For heaven's sake I'm strapped up
The devil's got a hold of me
I just need a bad bitch blind road cup feel me
Real niggers by my side, food up on my dinner plate
Driving on my own land looking for a remedy
Lord when I die I just hope that they remember me

These niggers taking other niggers flows
Fuck it, I'm taking another niggers hoes
And your rhymes ain't shit like these bitches is
Keep them hoes wet the way they live and christen in
Catch me in my eyes but my main niggers christening
I ain't got to feel relationships ain't into fixing it
Cause a hoe gonna be a hoe I can't save'em
And a bitch gonna be a bitch I can't tame'em
Attitudes I don't even entertain'em
So if you get on your knees I'll explain it
And maybe we can go and make some arrangements
A niggaare shine no jury no chain shit
To hella bars I ain't even had no arrangements
Niggers ain't even on my level, it's a shame
Then again fuck it I do this shit while I'm playing
No ba sports but straight action
Spits don't need no fact I don't even need no...
Some of these bitches be broke with expensive purses
Some of your outers be better than your verses
Selling the master while a niggaare sold perfect
Shorty had a kitty cat I called her ass Persian
We all riding and swerving in a suburban
Well she gave it all like a twerve it in

I don't know why I'm addicted to them white girls
That's not cocaine, that's not no from the 2-1-2
Came up form nothing but hopes and views
I pray the Lord my soul to keep it
Flash it down before I wait
For heaven's sake I'm strapped up
The devil's got a hold of me
I just need a bad bitch blind road cup feel me
Real niggers by my side, food up on my dinner plate
Driving on my own land looking for a remedy
Lord when I die I just hope that they remember me