aCeGodsGrandpa - American Fork (Furnace) Lyrics

Nope weak don't play that shit
I got a old black bag full of shady events
I told the kids god's dead don't make no friends
But you can still try calling that makes Me rich
I came up went broke came back again
Love a bitch? Don't know that condition
I don't know nobody don't ask me shit
I couldn't run with y'all pussies on accident
You heard
Two bitches hit my phone and they said they wanna come turn up
That pussy fire like a furnace
And we have enough weed bags that she can burn up
And we have enough street sense we get to learn her
And we have enough chicken became a server
And we have enough defense come any further
What we have in these three vans will lead to murder
So I was losing my baby, zoning out getting my paper
Knowing I'll still be okay
But will I still be good later
Now that you're riding my wave
What am I saying, Later
SKIRRT
Off on a ol' simp ass bitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout it that ain't my biz
I don't know nobody I don't go nowhere
And I don't care 'bout nothin' that ain't make me rich
I came up went broke came back again
Love a bitch? Don't know that condition
I don't know nobody don't ask me shit
I couldn't run with y'all pussies on accident
You heard
You said you wanna know what my life like
Two bitches hit my phone they said they wanna come turn up
That pussy fire like a furnace
And we have enough weed here that she can burn up
And we have enough defense come any further
And we have enough chicken became a server
And we have enough wisdom we get to learn her
What we have in these three vans will lead to murder
Two bitches hit my phone and said It's time to turn up
Mhmm grab the log and burn up
I'm beat the pussy Ike turner
Skating off on the back block cocked
Told the bitch that type money makes my trap spot hot
I sat watching all the people at an angle
It's no perception changing still strange to go broke
I said ain't no friends in the ghetto my dude
Told the Lil bitch it's a peddle one two
If you want problem I said to come through
Wish you wood boy like gepetto and crew
Strumming the strap like guitarist I do
Switching your bitch it's a horror to choose
Hit you with the front of my tool
But it depends on my mood
Said you wanna know what my life like
Two bitches yes hit my phone to come turn up
I beat the pussy Ike turner
I am the truth sojourner

Nope weak don't play that shit
I got a old black bag full of shady events
I told the kids god's dead don't make no friends
But you can still try calling that makes Me rich
I came up went broke came back again
Love a bitch? Don't know that condition
I don't know nobody don't ask me shit
I couldn't run with y'all pussies on accident
You heard
Two bitches hit my phone and they said they wanna come turn up
That pussy fire like a furnace
And we have enough weed bags that she can burn up
And we have enough street sense we get to learn her
And we have enough chicken became a server
And we have enough defense come any further
What we have in these three vans will lead to murder
So I was losing my baby, zoning out getting my paper
Knowing I'll still be okay
But will I still be good later
Now that you're riding my wave
What am I saying, Later
SKIRRT
Off on a ol' simp ass bitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout it that ain't my biz
I don't know nobody I don't go nowhere
And I don't care 'bout nothin' that ain't make me rich
I came up went broke came back again
Love a bitch? Don't know that condition
I don't know nobody don't ask me shit
I couldn't run with y'all pussies on accident
You heard
You said you wanna know what my life like
Two bitches hit my phone they said they wanna come turn up
That pussy fire like a furnace
And we have enough weed here that she can burn up
And we have enough defense come any further
And we have enough chicken became a server
And we have enough wisdom we get to learn her
What we have in these three vans will lead to murder
Two bitches hit my phone and said It's time to turn up
Mhmm grab the log and burn up
I'm beat the pussy Ike turner
Skating off on the back block cocked
Told the bitch that type money makes my trap spot hot
I sat watching all the people at an angle
It's no perception changing still strange to go broke
I said ain't no friends in the ghetto my dude
Told the Lil bitch it's a peddle one two
If you want problem I said to come through
Wish you wood boy like gepetto and crew
Strumming the strap like guitarist I do
Switching your bitch it's a horror to choose
Hit you with the front of my tool
But it depends on my mood
Said you wanna know what my life like
Two bitches yes hit my phone to come turn up
I beat the pussy Ike turner
I am the truth sojourner