Pipe Dreams [Prod. By Nehzuil]

Pipe Dreams Loseph Jones Southern Rap Tunes INTRO: Hard Drug by Loseph Jones (excerpt) She asked me when we were gonna fuck I told her that she wasn't ready for that You're doing pretty good for yourself, But I'll fuck your life up Once you hit this pipe everything will change... ...going to work tired from our late nights... At first you may think that you can cope, But I'm fucking your life up Now I'm all you need to get by... You've lost your job, home and spouse... I give you temporary relief but don't forget, I fucked your life up VERSE 1: I see you looking and I'm looking back Shawty wetter than a pool; I'm tryna dip in that Back stroke, front stroke, tryna swim in that Bang your frame against the wall, can you picture that? We play with money; I got action figures, folk When I get it from the back she's on her tippy toes When I finish she'll be walking like she pidgeon toed Then we both lay up like a finger roll Shawty call me when you down and I'll pick you up The only thing you gotta do is just hit me up I pull up, she hop in, I let her hit the blunt Shawty bad, I bet a bag you can't hit her once Love that face that she makes when she bite her lips She like it rough, she be asking me to tie her wrists We get to it; the type of girl who don't like to kiss She ain't scared she can twerk it while she ride the dick I been had hoes I know it ain't the fame A couple 9s, a couple 10s, shit, I can't complain My homie told me slow down, boy pick a lane Fuck that, a nigga hungry; taking everything It ain't nun to a G, I let her hold a bit No pictures when I'm with her; fuck that photo shit She keep it on the low; she ain't posting shit And if anybody ask, I don't know that bih Yeah, the club is where I met her at We just living in the moment; it'll never last Shawty know I don't love her an she never ask She got a man, in a week he can get her back Shawty feenin, she be begging me to get a hit I serve it to her then she asking me to hit again But like hold on reality; gotta get grip I throw her a lil sum and tell her spend the shit Just like this... HOOK: She beggin, she irkin She stressin, she searchin She feenin, she moaning She need it, she want it {X2} She want a hit nightly... Dope dick; that's a pipe dream... She need a hit nightly... Dope dick; that's a pipe dream... {X2} VERSE2: Fuck the games, I'm asking you... Can I see what that ass can do? There's a bunch of girls in here, but none of them as bad as you; tell the truth I'm tryna crash with you I'm a nasty dude, I'm tryna pet that cat with you, maybe hit it from the back with you Smoke a pack or two, then get back to that act we do; you know I'm known to watch a ten (Washington) like a National I done had a few and you had a couple glasses too, even smoked a lil gas with you Don't be mad I'm just passing through, so you gotta move fast with dude, check the attitude I'm tryna run it back with you, complete a pass pass with you, maybe make you throw a flag or two Maybe make you take a nap or two; that dope dick, baby, that's what that'll do Damn baby bad as fuck, a nigga can't have enough When I'm griding, ain't no dividing what a nigga adding up; she feel like she gotta fuck Lil mama class is tough, perfect body and her ass is cusped; a nigga can't pass you up Let a nigga get up in that tweety bird, hash tag you up. Forward and backslash you up... I wrap it up and straight dap it up; set the camera up and get to fucking acting up I pack her up and skeet it where she tatted up, then I beat it where it's fat as fuck She can feel it all in her stomach when I stab it up; and I keep shawty coming like traffic bruh Make it hard for her to breath like plastic does, now she a fucking addict cuz HOOK {X2}