Lyrics:
at the alley but she'll never let you know
She said she'd love to be my main side piece, I'm never saying no
Stacked it of course, cause we never going broke
You
and Pimp C, Amy Winehouse, Kurt Cobain
There’s many more but that’s plenty (unknown)
Yeah that’s plenty
From time to time I talk to God
I thank him for all
ya bitch
Smoking on the finest dope
Aye aye aye aye
Drank until I can't no mo'
Aye aye aye aye
Really I'm a sober soul
But I'm with the homies
Why shouldn't I be out? Ay buddy i'm good
(What they tell you?) I'm good
(What they tell you?) i'm good
(What she tell you?) I'm good (What you see?)
that's a no go
Drinking by myself go solo
If you mention rehab I'll say no no no
Like Winehouse did fuck I won't go
Imma always keep it G like Polo
TMZ say
at me?)
Is it 'cah I got a big boy salary? (Man know)
Man let that sing like Amy Winehouse (uh-uh)
Valery (grrt, baow)
I got a bad one, she just wanna
it's super late
Open 7 days
So you know I'm straight
They got everything you'll ever need
From Cashing checks with no ID
To brews and blunts for rolling
in my feelings
Amy Winehouse, there was no one realer
Jimi Hendrix, there was no one chiller
Fredo Santana, there was no one iller
When I heard
Man, you know what I'm sportin'
A short haircut, everything Jordan
That's right, a nigga played on the dream team
I had to let 'em know that it's a G
Want to introduce to the good life, trips overseas get a crib where the moon shine to the sky light/ dinner by wine light, want you to have it all/
I’ll rap from the top of this bitch
Like I’m dababy
Or jump from the top of this bitch
Like I went crazy
She turned my crib to a winehouse
I’m callin
out? Ay buddy I'm good
What that tell ya? I'm good, what they tell ya? I'm good
What she tell ya? I'm good, what you see?
Four hundred dollar jeans
both and call her Headie One
Ain't Central Cee but I'm popping a Molly
I just got picked up by Amy and Holly
Driving around man you know that It's late
to celebrate me! (One time)
You'll never know when I'm gone (Two times)
In 2010, I'm tryna ball, nigga!
Like shooting jumpshots in the mall, nigga!
That's
Tool
I'm real nigga, you so full
World tours, and you local
All you say this shit on the menu
Give me large fries and I’ll be cool
Put your hands down by
Huuh
Wanna have fun let's go go
Acting stuck-up Is a no no
I don't give a ish that's yolo
Stacking this bread my motto
Yeah I'm feeling good right
back
Feel like the woo finna get Back
She says i'm hard like a 6 Pack
Run up on me nah forget That
You got some weed Imma Take that
You know I'm good
Head deep, in the peach, like James house
I swear, she was really bout to wild out
Bitch was on the shit that killed Amy Winehouse
Two thirty-eight when
x3)
Shawdy lookin nice In them heals
Full snack she a meal
You already know the deal
See I’m going in for the kill
Brown eyes and. Some. Nice lips
you
But I can't find the words
I wish that you could know how I
Really felt all of this time
But no matter what I do
You can't see the signs
He was
of God, there's no age restriction
Being nice never made man money
You pay to go to the church, there's no paid religion
I'm not being funny
If you was
live in a town made by movie stars and educated hearts
Might sound like Amy Winehouse singing in your car
Do you wanna play that part?
Wear a dress
hunger starved
Let's try again with some younger stars
Maybe Amy Winehouse
The late British soul diva
But she isn't dead yet!
That gives me an idea
DJ AM
out? Ay buddy I'm good
What that tell ya? I'm good, what they tell ya? I'm good
What she tell ya? I'm good, what you see?
Four hundred dollar jeans
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