Mash Lyrics - Donuts - J. Dilla

Take this bottle off me before I mash up the place 

Bare smoke sorry if I ash up the place 

All we do is ball, ball, ball 

She rejected me when she coulda have had it all, all, all 

Pass me the money, that's all 

For every one friend, 100 niggas wanna see me fall 

But I'm standin' up tall 

Keep designer on the waistline 

Remember what happened last time? 

Came in late, blame it on the black people's timin' 

I turn 4 to a 8 'cause I'm doublin' like Ireland 

And why these niggas give me hate? You'll be me soon keep grindin' 

They say they roll to the 8, liddle motherfucker keep lyin' (liar) 

Ayy, I just give them a high and go 

'Cause them niggas wasn't with me through the highs and lows 

She wasn't with me when I was broke 

Babestation, pass me the Sky remote (gimme that) 

She wasn't with me them times there 

Call me when your friends ain't there 

They see me in my specs lookin' like a professional 

Woulda never known I was a criminal 

Would you eat it all? I need a greedy girl 

You ain't bad at all, look, it's easy girl 

Show me what them sweet lips do 

And do it like you mean it too 

And does your pumpum bring life? 

If it don't then you better give it life right now 

And is your pumpum built tight? 

I can't wait 'til the day that I find out 

They turn fake and they last me 

Friends turn to foes, why ain't nobody warn me though? 

And I don't trust nobody 

Me on my own, I'm a one man army, yeah 

What does a wallahi mean to me 

The other day I see an Akhi with a Jesus piece 

You said Netflix and chill, now you teasin' me 

You made me miss the whole Power season 3 

She got a attitude problem 

Claim you're bad, baby come on then? 

If I let you call me by my government 

Are you gonna suck it like it succulent? 

I'mma have you up late, do you like chocolate? 

I'm an animal, I need a big batti girl 

Bring a ratchet girl for my best mate 

See the material, watch your step mate 

It's the 4 eyed geek, bedroom freak 

She don't pack her weave, 'cause her hair's on fleek 

Then I step with Hus, he came through with Creeps 

I don't smoke it up but pass the weed 

I'm a alcoholic, oh, yes indeed 

On the motorway, can we pass the police? 

Baby, play the music and then play with me 

Don't make it awks, ha take the lead 

Ha that's your chain, that's the banter 

Your chain have no ice like J Hus Fanta 

I don't have no broads in Atlanta 

But she in designer like panda 

Fancy me, you're gonna kiss some guys 

But I ain't complainin', I feel your vibe 

And she's insecure, look, babe you're fine 

That ain't stretch marks, that's tiger stripes 

Take this bottle off me before I mash up the place 

Bare smoke sorry if I ash up the place 

All we do is ball, ball, ball 

She rejected me when she coulda have had it all, all, all 

Pass me the money, that's all 

For every one friend, 100 niggas wanna see me fall 

But I'm standin' up tall 

Keep designer on the waistline 

Remember what happened last time