For My Father by Saf Man Lyrics

My father came down from Mosul

But I'm doing this for the Armenian people

So much love my heart rate feeling like dilated pupils

Everyone want a piece they trying to find a crack in the system like peep holes

We keep the club popping your crew just pimples

And your bitch mine I be rubbing on her dimples

Lines From my nose to my temple

Tonight imma make your girl sing like shirley temple

We hot you just pimento

Yelling saf man a couple kabobs on the bbq

Lahmajoun on the plate for the starter crew
Red blue and orange all the way to iraq

And I still carry the t Dot streets on my back

Love like butter cut me some slack

As I listen to your girl sing on my lap

I'm about to lay her adlibs on the track

She ready to go again like another lap