Lyrics:
Vintage bape drip yeah I got it on me
I could kill it in designer or just in a white tee
I blow the smoke like it’s steam
Still down wit my team
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high!
It's 1 A.M. and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by me just move with ya' boy
Got
on the line
And some expected me to start buhlooning in the mind
Seein' spaces and places that I couldn't pronounce
But still I had the pulleys to make
interested in that
You're more concerned with my appeal
You rather see me on YouTube
Unconcealing the steel
Or on WorldStarHipHop
With diamonds in my
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
You brighten up the moon and stars at night
You keep me seeing rainbows in the sky
You bring new meaning to my life, now
I believe in miracles
I be big boy is not by bears or weight
Hope your account self cary some weight
I no de like talk with no evidence
Yes you dor see milli but no
and I want it all (and I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys that's coming out
The war still won't stop when you're gone (won't
in blue faces, baby
I like fuckin', all my bitches call me fucker
We can't fuck if you can't take the rug burn
(Shake it Westside)
(Throw ya
need to know about
Since you came to Miami now, and you know what I'm sayin'
You pretty much a certified Florida boy (Woo!)
So is it cool if, like, I
"Dateline" are the best exposure
Now you're still, on the news and everybody knows ya
Yeah, yeah
By, my, side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me it's, by
at da beach, you a bucket to me
I grow money on trees, you ain’t nuttin to me
I’m fuckin da bitch datchu dyin to see
Wit her legs in da air when she
lighter by the day/
I make a way as they run away/
Don't call me kid baby I don't play/
Fuck what you believe if you don't believe in me/
I saw myself
on my jungle juice
If you a player in the game, well I'm Uncle Drew
I'm not sorry, I'm just trynna party
But she trynna ride me like the seat on a Harley
came straight from France
I ran it up damn how you did that?
AK on me boy you better get back
I came wit Lil' Goonie and he got the sack
Jeans, so I
that
Let me slit that shit in the six pack
Let me mix that shit in the track for the kick back
It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock,
that
Let me slit that shit in the six pack
Let me mix that shit in the track for the kick back
It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock,
And all the heat that you deploy (your laughing boy)
The more I take (your laughing boy)
The more I break
Cooking fires on a beach
Smoke finger in
stop this love flow
Let's go
Making love
Right by the beach
Say we riding the wave
Even when it's
High tide or low
Say we riding the wave
It's me and you
bounce
Boy, you better run home when you see me
I don't mean a baseball mound
I'm the king in this bitch
That's why I let my hair grow
In the shape
walked with Him did'nt believe
So Him perform miracles yet still did'nt receive
But deep down in your heart you know the truth
He did'nt come to condemn
(I got bars)
(Uhh, yeah)
I got bars
Bitch, don't mess with me I'll mix it with them xans
In the mountains, on the beach of foreign lands
Smoking gas,
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
break at sea
I'll be there waitin, I'm that sandy beach
I'm that same old dog, scratchin' those same fleas
I'll be by your side, you can count on me
It's
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