Tokin - Pecan
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{Chorus}
My bitch butter pecan, she taste better than some pasta
I forgot to mention, you couldn't make it on the roster
Got imaginary friends, I ain't talkin' Foster
That ain't your homie, that ain't your brodie
{Verse}
I'm the real big homie (Yeah), I ain't waste no time
I grew up quick (Oh yeah), you (?...) that shit
Let me (?...) no Onyx, these niggas so self-conscious
I pull strings like (?...), I'm so up, in an aeroplane
Look at that shit, no, don't touch the break
She know I'm uppin' my rank
Glock 19 for the aim, the bank-teller always callin' my name
Had to mask up just like Bane
And fuck that nigga, I be goin' insanе
They ain't got no goals, won't put in no pain
{Chorus}
My bitch butter pecan, shе taste better than some pasta
I forgot to mention, you couldn't make it on the roster
Got imaginary friends, I ain't talkin' Foster
That ain't your homie, that ain't your brodie
My bitch butter pecan, she taste better than some pasta
I forgot to mention, you couldn't make it on the roster
Got imaginary friends, I ain't talkin' Foster
That ain't your homie, that ain't your brodie
{Verse}
I'm the real big homie (Yeah), I ain't waste no time
I grew up quick (Oh yeah), you (?...) that shit
Let me (?...) no Onyx, these niggas so self-conscious
I pull strings like (?...), I'm so up, in an aeroplane
Look at that shit, no, don't touch the break
She know I'm uppin' my rank
Glock 19 for the aim, the bank-teller always callin' my name
Had to mask up just like Bane
And fuck that nigga, I be goin' insane
They ain't got no goals, won't put in no pain
{Chorus}
My bitch butter pecan, she taste better than some pasta
I forgot to mention, you couldn't make it on the roster
Got imaginary friends, I ain't talkin' Foster
That ain't your homie, that ain't your brodie
{Verse}
I'm the real big homie (Yeah), I ain't waste no time
I grew up quick (Oh yeah), you (?...) that shit
Let me (?...) no Onyx, these niggas so self-conscious
I pull strings like (?...), I'm so up, in an aeroplane
Look at that shit, no, don't touch the break
She know I'm uppin' my rank
Glock 19 for the aim, the bank-teller always callin' my name
Had to mask up just like Bane
And fuck that nigga, I be goin' insanе
They ain't got no goals, won't put in no pain
{Chorus}
My bitch butter pecan, shе taste better than some pasta
I forgot to mention, you couldn't make it on the roster
Got imaginary friends, I ain't talkin' Foster
That ain't your homie, that ain't your brodie
My bitch butter pecan, she taste better than some pasta
I forgot to mention, you couldn't make it on the roster
Got imaginary friends, I ain't talkin' Foster
That ain't your homie, that ain't your brodie
{Verse}
I'm the real big homie (Yeah), I ain't waste no time
I grew up quick (Oh yeah), you (?...) that shit
Let me (?...) no Onyx, these niggas so self-conscious
I pull strings like (?...), I'm so up, in an aeroplane
Look at that shit, no, don't touch the break
She know I'm uppin' my rank
Glock 19 for the aim, the bank-teller always callin' my name
Had to mask up just like Bane
And fuck that nigga, I be goin' insane
They ain't got no goals, won't put in no pain
