Lyrics:
Flashing her eyes, party in the sticks
Grippin the bottle since we were kids
Homie step dad put out fires
Made to save lives, can't ever retire
Back yard
keep my eyes Chinese
Rollin' two Phillies together make blunts Siamese
I meant it, I represent it
Descendant made of early natives
That were captured
the drums
Tony on the ones and the twos
Times a fuckin' ton, that's what Tony do
I cough up a lung up on my only shoes, lonely dude
When the homies
parked by the park
Look Jack Boi's lurking in the dark
I'm weighing up my ya dig on an iffy scale
Get it how you live type shit uhh
Young Nigga get that
at the bar you know I need them pronto
Live a boss life and me I’m head honcho
Only live once we live by the motto
Americano(4x)
(VERSE)
In the v.i.p bring
some real ones by my side
Let's go
Two more bitches
Two more Swishas, tell em two more cups
And two more bands, to make em dance
Bust it open gotta
bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into
roll VIP
Candlelight scented bubbles in her tub
Nothing but coke bottles poppin' in the club
Five-star restaurant, table for two
You get
For the babies that will be born in greatness
Look to the world look to changing
Live with life forever engaging
This moment that we're placing
C'mon
gonna break through
Everyone popping them bottles and popping them shotguns
I look at my life it's getting so hot son
I logged on my insta and liked
girlfriends call
if she don't get off until two (we got all night long)
I finally show up at 4:30 am
and I still have to drop my crew off (but i'll be back)
now
Bottle after bottle, model after model
Spending all this paper like I
Fucking hit the lotto
All I know is YOLO, nigga, that's the motto
Ricky told
he say when you done cussin his by"
you aint thuggin you lie bitch
brave till we die bitch
[Verse 2c: Horse]
??? a nigga that would kill something
I'm an Angel in dust
Dirt on me stained from the mud
But I turned that clay into grub
Serve plates to the munch's
I can feed a banquet with just
Two
Boats and jets I must be tripping
Andolay I'm on mission
Bag the baddest and bags of riches
Hit the blunt and get the feeling
Chasing checks this money
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
*Liffy Stokes*
the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
[Liffy Stokes]
the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
jacks pot to fill in my crates
We laid back chillin' and feelin' the music relates
We on the, to the two hangin' with my crew
Bullshittin' while we
of weed up in two blunts
I laid up and caught two nuts
Then I made her tap out cause she say a nigga too rough
Sometimes my eyes be two different colors
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
Summertime living, no problems around me, surrounded by woman (Eehhh)
Your betty came over, she cried on my shoulder, I'm playing the villain (Eehhh)
Loving the scene let us turn it to a movie Baee
She said Oh yea you the man
I'm supposed 2 be impressed by them bottles in ya hand
Said nah you can't
got two bottles
On the way to the Ramada getting followed by two model
One hoe say I'm a dog so lil mam wasn't tryin to holla
Bitch u right and I
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