Stove Top Lyrics
| Song | Stove Top |
| Artist | Curren$y |
| Album | The Drive In Theatre |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Drive in theatre | |
| I’m tryna get this loot anyway true | |
| It’s lucrative and from alls I do make through | |
| iTunes and avenues, we move weight each | |
| One in my crew get a full plate | |
| Not one excuse til we all ate | |
| Unified, stupid high, ****** way paid | |
| Crime did just what they said it would | |
| Some ******s livin good | |
| Some is gone away for good | |
| Some stuck in the hood | |
| Addicted to er, what he shoulda sold lost his soul | |
| Though his body still livin, look in his eyes | |
| The fire ain’t in em, he used to be driven | |
| Now that’s cold | |
| Coldblooded as my angel wings flooded, Rolls gold, star started | |
| The ball covered so let it po | |
| Until it bubble on the flo | |
| Baby, love pelin out her clothes, eyes rolled | |
| Orgasm dancing while these homies blow | |
| I’m just thinkin of my next goal | |
| Which color we should paint the ‘64 | |
| Tryin to wrap my hands round a globe | |
| Like a mutha****** chokehold, hoe | |
| Drive in theatre | |
| Bent over the stove cus they want some more | |
| Knockin at my door | |
| Back at the store cus they want some more | |
| All of yall |
| Drive in theatre | |
| I' m tryna get this loot anyway true | |
| It' s lucrative and from alls I do make through | |
| iTunes and avenues, we move weight each | |
| One in my crew get a full plate | |
| Not one excuse til we all ate | |
| Unified, stupid high, way paid | |
| Crime did just what they said it would | |
| Some s livin good | |
| Some is gone away for good | |
| Some stuck in the hood | |
| Addicted to er, what he shoulda sold lost his soul | |
| Though his body still livin, look in his eyes | |
| The fire ain' t in em, he used to be driven | |
| Now that' s cold | |
| Coldblooded as my angel wings flooded, Rolls gold, star started | |
| The ball covered so let it po | |
| Until it bubble on the flo | |
| Baby, love pelin out her clothes, eyes rolled | |
| Orgasm dancing while these homies blow | |
| I' m just thinkin of my next goal | |
| Which color we should paint the ' 64 | |
| Tryin to wrap my hands round a globe | |
| Like a mutha chokehold, hoe | |
| Drive in theatre | |
| Bent over the stove cus they want some more | |
| Knockin at my door | |
| Back at the store cus they want some more | |
| All of yall |
| Drive in theatre | |
| I' m tryna get this loot anyway true | |
| It' s lucrative and from alls I do make through | |
| iTunes and avenues, we move weight each | |
| One in my crew get a full plate | |
| Not one excuse til we all ate | |
| Unified, stupid high, way paid | |
| Crime did just what they said it would | |
| Some s livin good | |
| Some is gone away for good | |
| Some stuck in the hood | |
| Addicted to er, what he shoulda sold lost his soul | |
| Though his body still livin, look in his eyes | |
| The fire ain' t in em, he used to be driven | |
| Now that' s cold | |
| Coldblooded as my angel wings flooded, Rolls gold, star started | |
| The ball covered so let it po | |
| Until it bubble on the flo | |
| Baby, love pelin out her clothes, eyes rolled | |
| Orgasm dancing while these homies blow | |
| I' m just thinkin of my next goal | |
| Which color we should paint the ' 64 | |
| Tryin to wrap my hands round a globe | |
| Like a mutha chokehold, hoe | |
| Drive in theatre | |
| Bent over the stove cus they want some more | |
| Knockin at my door | |
| Back at the store cus they want some more | |
| All of yall |
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