Lyrics:
Smoke a Dutch to the face to get in my element
They say do your dirt by your lonely niggas be telling shit
Keep it hot most these so call veterans
Take me to that beach
On the west coast of the east
Where the sun is trapped in a golden haze
Where I can be weightless
Seamlessly, wave by wave
We been working so hard, I gotta stretch
Then it's back to the grind, we hardly rest
Low Budget Music came out the west
Water whippin' never stuck in
that sees the beauty that's within her
Never desert her, treat her like she dinner
Fireworks when i kiss her
Met you in the summer and was sprung by
vendono in piazza corrono forte se urlano akha ( akha )
Ho una pila
Ma voglio pila da 10.000
Tenerli nella tasca, no visa
Gonfio che la tasca non respira
Ho
We found dal soup down in Biloxi
And I would drive 10 hours to have it again
Was out of breath up in seattle but
We hiked all the way up
need to get involved in some real Christmas project
How would you like to be the director of our Christmas play?
Me? You want me to be the director
again that would be the end
I'm tryna get my mother in a Benz I don't need your stress
Hollup
Something inside so strong telling me to change my ways
trust
Y'all playing y'all gotta stop it
2015 I was just chillin in the tropics
4 years straight I had 50 10s calling
Until it gets boring and then I
come to me, and then I pass her to the gang
Oh, yet again
Shorty came back with a couple of her friends
She could get a Benz 'cause her friends is a ten
ever as soon as I pick up my dreads off the pillow
Thinking bout me pulling me pulling off in a Benz
We not brothers, do not call me twin
Do whatever it
diss
Don't need no team to make no song
I'm by my own, still I don't miss
Don't hit my phone about nobody
You stab my back, then rest in piss
Steady
never die
I’m talking Dank and Ben talking 2010 when I crashed my first benz
Told the bitch to bring her friends and she brought em by the 10s
Yea that’s
of a man is not in what he’s attained
But it’s by the quality of the people around him
An island is no more beautiful than the beach that surrounds it
Brim
dividends you acquisitive
Portal to my crib that’s where my brothers can visit it but
How man citizens living in an exquisite Benz
But can not even bend
money you dont have to spend
If I wear it believe it's go trend
Swing side to side in a Benz
Sorry I don't make amends
I feel like this rap shit my chore
spit the tens, while we comin' round the bends
In the Benz with some friends, least the music helps pretend
No we don't stop
We up in the shop
Cookin'
Helena
I love you baby
Sodapop
You take the breath from me
Make my life heavenly
I can't believe the way the good Lord is blessin' me
One in
out, never changing
Sam Jones, ten rings
Lacing my neck with medallions
Want the coupe, ain't no room for a passenger
Living life on the edge can be
the ways that we sin
Would you still want to get in
Would you chase all your friends
They like s** it depends
Do it come with that Benz
They gave they
to legit
Dolce Gabbana boots my bitch be stomping like she pissed
Been on top this a drop top Benz
Fuck, fuck niggas, push foreigns I’m on the 10
Miss Sane
speak with sticks
Only in a booth where man slap his lips
Still drivin' Auris but argue over BM or Benz
I'm being long like I just popped a xan
Break that
I want to be on yo top 10
I want a drop top Benz
Boi u should call on God (Hello)
I keep his number locked in
Ima always shine on God
They wanna see
mission, a numbers game gotta hand out the digits
Stay in my lane give a f**k ‘bout a critic
New Benz yea in my lane switchin’
High off life it’s no need
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