Paula Dean Lyrics

Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha

Racks inside my pocket, bustin' out the seam (Yeah)
Cooking in that kitchen like I'm Paula Dean (Yeah, yeah)
Asking me if I know her astrology (Yeah, yeah)
She gon' bust it open for me 'cause she proud of me (Yeah, yeah)
I can't imagine you survivin' if you crossing me (Yeah, yeah)
I'm drivin' way too damn fast, don't you cross the street

I'm havin' nightmares in my dreams, I can't go to sleep
The Rollie on my wrist, two-tone, cost a ki' (Cost a ki')
She think she playin' me, I told that, "We play for keeps" (Play for keeps)
I get to swingin' with that stick like I was playin' Wii (I'm playin' Wii)
I let her get inside my head, I think I need a drink (Uh-huh)
Too many voices in my head, man, I can't even think (Uh-huh)
I got some shit inside my blunt that don't even smell like weed (Uh-huh)
I drop the top on all my cars so I can feel the breeze (Uh-huh)
I told that girl, she out her mind, she think 'bout leavin' me (Uh-huh)
I took her to the Eastside, she a Georgia peach (Uh-huh, huh)
I spent some shit inside Balenci' that I can't believe (Uh-huh, huh)
She tell me 'bout myself and think that she be clockin' tea (Uh-huh, huh)

Racks inside my pocket, bustin' out the seam (Bustin' out the seam)
Cooking in that kitchen like I'm Paula Dean (Like I'm Paula Dean)
Asking me if I know her astrology (Her astrology)
She gon' bust it open for me 'cause she proud of me ('Cause she proud of me)
I can't imagine you survivin' if you crossing me (Uh-huh)
I'm drivin' way too damn fast, don't you cross the street

I'm havin' nightmares in my dreams, I can't go to sleep
The Rollie on my wrist, two-tone, cost a ki'