Lyrics:
mood can go from a hunnid to ten
Like Mike's old girl, miss eleven
And when I hear stuff, there's no emotion
But in my head, theres always a notion
I
was a dog
No, why blame the dogs? I got up
And found a bottle of wine
And drank from it heavily
Cass the most beautiful girl in town
Was dead at 20
(WAH)
All the ladies look so cool. (That’s right)
Boxed wine by the whirlpool (Pop Pop)
Getting played like a cartoon (Man C’mon)
Taking selfies in
blind
(Who) will get you curled out this world
(Who) like girls, girls that kiss girls
(Who)
[Chorus 2x]
the laid-back California town of sunny San Raphael
Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake you probly know her well
She's been stoned twenty-one of her twenty
this
I cant lie
No I cant lie
I cant lie
No I cant lie
No
I made you mine by the start of may
Just feelings, no playin games
Fast forward like 20 days
I knew this girl named Rosie used to live in the hood
She liked to hang it with her friends
Used to play in the woods
Basketball, double dutching,
ass nigga somethin' like the son of sam
Goddamn I'm the man in my kicks from Japan
Brother man fifth low, and I do the disco oh
Understand me
We bout
in the stocks
Made a K, invest back on the block
Young nigga, I been sipping that wock
DT LA is the spot
Skid Row, PG, and the block
Me, 3 girls
Young beast from the East
So you know I put it in
I'm that ghetto gorgeous gangster girl
With the fly G slide international (is wretch you know)
By
my nuts out here just to make a Penny!
Got me thanking God like every day
Didn't think I'd live to see 20
Then I added on 10 years
Now when I do die
you haven’t there’s a spot by your estate
If I don’t hit any traffic I can meet you there at 8
Or if you’re ready in 20 I can pick you on the way girl
that they stuff in a bear
I pack two barettas, never bust in the air
Twist your shit back, spit til my gat sits back
Pack four pieces like a Kit
you suckas and fake ass bitches
Aye, I done seen it all, done had the best of both worlds
From that positve hype to sellin' white girl
Looks can be
can't live like this
Not another day.
I grabbed him by the hand
cnd embraced him so tight
Hoping he would know
What a hug feels like from the inside
He
and everything's real
And I watched and I watched and I watched then I looked
The X is like no other who can drop it in the rain
I'm not that high, so give
bitch my puppet
Eat it all off a Adderall shit I missed a spot
Twenty thousand in the cup holder still spillin' over
Karahbooo off two X pills and she
sucking dick for a lil fame
Switchin' a 5 from a 10 and a 10 to a 20
20 to 30 yeah 30 to 50
Some of y'all niggas be smelling real filthy
Fuck all that shit
juice from the fucking light poles
Shout out to the Bronx, nigga!
Aye yo, this shit go way back like a Uni marker, kid
Bombing the D train and hit
unexpected that worked and flowed. When they finished, Older asked Younger if he’d like to learn more and Younger’s head nodded like a bobble doll. ‘Meet me
[E-40]
Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy mickie
Think he mixin some hash with some of that Humboldt County grass
With dis sleazy from Union
No squares in my circle
They throwing rocks Ima try not to hurt you
Im riding by 12 like Im breaking the curfew
These forces 10 thousand man R.I.P
to her
Do for her and buy all the presents that she'd like
Cuz I'm that kind of guy see this love just might
Be the kind from books see I was shook
Feeling like Stylo man
Everything live-o man
Twenty-five girls and five, four man
Your a timeline man
Girl from Paris and girl from Milan
Ring man
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