Lyrics:
three
Centimeters outward past where
Her eyes end her eyelashes are even and
Delicate, like wisps from a dandelion
And I can't recall if I've ever seen
knockin' out a racist cracker
They tried to jump him like they ain't know Black Lives Matter
Supposedly Kanye worth around three bill'
But that ain't
by any means (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Strung out all dope sniffers from
The Northside and fucked 'em, that methamine
Youngin' got on that Meth'
He be lookin'
Hope the LGBTQ don't cancel me (please)
Like they tried to stop DaBaby from gettin' paid
When he was talkin' 'bout how they be givin' each other AIDS
pine
Doors Down
Yea
Y'all gon feel this
Oh yea they gon feel this
Right
I done pulled up to Houston Texas
Feel like a veteran
Excellence and nothing
of white
But why you think they take
That time from you, cause you need it right?
And you can't get it back
So how they givin people life?
Like you gon live
Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at the club ?there is? three Irish chicks
Lookin at me like I'm sick
Walkin by chin-chins I
understandin’
We play bass!
[Verse 2]
He likes all genres of music
There is no doubt about that
He dislikes war to a certain extent
I don’t know where he lives
TSIt's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
8BStraight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
TSAtlanta to Houston, we still doin it like
Until mid-afternoon in the daylight
He often
Appears exhausted and physically drained
Of his three-year-old
Son, who still lives in Philly
He admit's that
champagne and that's
Flavor, so much flavor which would you favor
Miami to ChiTown come on don't be shy now, Girl
Where ya from, where ya from, a guy like me
the front door
You better put that fuckin' bag down
Red dot on your nose like cash clowns
These bitches think they Kash Doll
Kash Doll need to sit her ass
soundin' like a fuckin' clown
N.O.R.E. and them had to go and take the interview down
He defended the cop that had George Floyd on the ground
He say dumb
Memphis, to Oakland
Straight smokin' baby, fryin' em up fat
Atlanta to Houston, we still doin' it like this
Yea, New York to L.A.
Beyitch
Hah, that's
shadows long
As I chase the sun, down the boulevard
I feel the pulse of the electric air
A humming energy that surrounds me
In this neon wonderland
I’ve
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
a map and take a trip down south
Come on over to Houston Texas welcome to the Swisha House
It's the land of the trill
I'm coming live from the block
I
She ain't never had that Houston Love
Can't nobody shut it down like us
Whole road blocked for the function (function)
Subs in the trunk got the whole
built for that industry
I can't live in my phone
Like this might be my only record
Think I'm already done
It was the fall of that year
I had a breakdown
suicide
Welcome to the 21st century
Where all your kids got adhd that's why these beats always be changing
Like where the fuck are we going
Where the fuck
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
niggas used to be good like Ken Griffey
I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt
On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month
I'm a Blood, you can Crip if
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