foccacia - Derin

My flower delicada

Yeah she dressed out in prada

But she not surprised by the likes of a

Ranked as a father parappa

I’m the who shot ya

Damn, who is the clown that fucked around in last year

Girl i’m a lion mufasa

To late to be a doctor

But still out to pack that bread like foccacia

Damn motherfucker got dough like a baker

Got three magic hands like an aker

Smash it, bills straight out the fucking napkin

«What happened to Derin?»

The kids still rappin

Shame on you if you still nappin

Play it cool before they start laughin

Pour my heart for this gorgeous bitch

And she got my ass singing like I’m George Smith

Looking for the right one

Yeah I’m looking for the right one

Yeah I’m looking for the right one

(You better take your time kid, you better take your time)

Looking for the right one

Yeah I’m looking for the right one

Yeah I’m looking for the right one

(You better take your time kid, you better take your time)

Cause I

Write songs all night long

Don’t know who to keep my eye on

I got a group of girls on my right arm

And they all got bite like a python

But I’m just looking for the right one

I’m looking for the right one

Yeah I’m looking for the right one

(Where the fuck this bitch at, oh where the fuck this bitch at)

I thought you knew my name

(But you didn’t, but you didn’t, but you didn’t)

I thought you knew my name

(But you forgot it, but you forgot it)

I thought you knew my name

(I thought you knew my name, I thought you knew my name)

I’m stuck at the minus

So I hope you like this

No profit so stop with the whining

Just minding my buisness

Don’t know where my spine is

Yeah go check the milage

Cause I’ve been up the motor

Not getting closer

Road almost over

I’m stuck on this soda

On a dose of homegrown

Running rollercoaster

Got bread in the toaster

But I’m just a ghost huh

See you ride through me like Casper the actor cheese

Gon flatter the rapper please

Nobody coming after me

Processed labeled like packaged meat

At the factory

Sounds whack to me

So I just might go and sell crack for cheese

It’s all from the capital

All from the capital

But I want you to know what my name is

To hungry to know that we shameless