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around[01:21.29]So girl, tell me where you at? I'm high, I'm off the ground[01:25.98]She want me to beat that cat, I took over this town[01:29.04]I'm lookin' where
Ain't the type to let you tell her what she needs
Ain't gon' sit or stand around
I laid all off, I leave 'em sick with receipts on me
One touch is
repelled by the smell coming off her breath. WTF had she been eating!?!?!?!!! Yup, turns out it was olives. Irritated by this pseudo Greek lying next to me
next
Got some shit I should confess
Got to get it off my chest
I can see me spill in Henny on that brand new yacht deck
Throw that money make a mess
With a pool and a yacht by 29
23, she's pregnant, I'm unemployed
We gon' be fine or so I hope, will I choke
Will I stay afloat
Record label, no, let me
say[01:31.53]I don't need to write this coming out my brain[01:34.29]He say he a shooter I'ma fucking wait[01:36.97]3D printed chop I'm taking off
way to get you clipped[00:43.45]I wouldn't doubt it[00:44.29]You don't know who I know[00:45.30]Don't ever think that I'm surrounded[00:46.54]A nigga
(Yuh)
Leave you like my hos that get left on read (Brr)
Good weed dirty money that's all that left (Smoke)
Like sandwich and butter I make a spread
stay ready for combat and watch the rich get rich off it
Lies, straws, mirrors and plates
Nicks, dimes, fifties, and cakes
Why can't I escape
These
clothes off clothes off
[00:24.174] Everybody don't like it slow it slow
[00:26.116] Consider me one of them folk
[00:27.857] Let's get to it
[00:29
the phone[00:29.49]High up as an eagle while she's wiping down her nose[00:32.85]All these fucking people, they be circling like crows[00:36.18]Tryna get away, I need some
get high off all yo' love, I need a dose today
Found some California Love by the ocean waves
Was looking for yo' love, girl I found it
I'll do anything
superb one, spittin rhymes
Off the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums
Rotten shit, make the opposite team call a time out,
Knockin niggas three
I'm from that Dope Era
Niggas getting bodied for jackets, that starter coat era
Palms itching for that green, Glock, 9's in the sweater
Cause them young
your arm (Facts)
Rule number two, we'll cut your tongue
(No cap) i'm a demon
See you but I'm rocking Palm's
(Palm Angels) off the top on every song
ARP
[0.55.12-00.56.03]
But I got an A team who slide by me where your crew at though? [00.56.03-00.59.02]
Huh, weird [00.59.02-00.59.21]
I got binoculars on and I still
[0.55.12-00.56.03]
But I got an A team who slide by me where your crew at though? [00.56.03-00.59.02]
Huh, weird [00.59.02-00.59.21]
I got binoculars on and I still
the dresser, the gauge
Five-seven MB, yo, metallic green
Seats is piped off
Seize them old tracks, unite through 'em
The kitchen is my palace, get your dance
caffeine[00:57.60]Should've known I'm pistol packing[00:58.98]Should've known better than to @ me[01:00.37]It's hard trynna get past beef[01:01.68]We better off when hearts are
that's where I live
I been riding, on my way to da crib
When you in my city better get it how you live
I'm from Palm Beach where they palm trees
maybe
Billboard live, rockin' hella heads at the Roxy
I'm off and can't a motherfucker stop me I'm off nigga
All we want is the palm trees a pretty
limited[00:34.15]I'm bout to hop off the planet and fly away I know where I'm going[00:37.53]I'm bout to hop off the planet and fly away I know where I
called by the essence of Queens
The palm lady dreamt of this day
So I'ma play the crib close, smokin' with the big toast and lay
Silent, silent murder
called by the essence of Queens
The palm lady dreamt of this day
So I'ma play the crib close, smokin' with the big toast and lay
Silent, silent murder
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