Lyrics:
I'm tryna make moves in here
I'm lit and its women to choose in here
She wanna get chose by the crew in here
But she look thru in here, so can you
to the front porch a few steps from the end
There my soul was buried just at the thought of her cherry chapstick and dark brown Eyes
The stars light up the sky I
team of kings is gettin' rich
I lean and get lit, lima bean Six
I take breath, the opposite of Primatene Mist (yeah)
I ride twenty-six and let my nine
team of kings is gettin' rich
I lean and get lit, lima bean Six
I take breath, the opposite of Primatene Mist (yeah)
I ride twenty-six and let my nine
like, I just woke like (Leekindacut)
C'mon like look
I just woke up from a nightmare I'm feeling moody
I got no feelings now I'm thuggin' by my lonely
My
Falling out of love by Monday, mm-mm, yeah[00:08.11]Fell into the bottom next day, mm-mm, yeah[00:11.08]Why is this love always one way, mm-mm,
on the radio lit again
Your bitch probably wanna suck that nigga dick again (Kylie)
And I saw that interview you did about Mike Brown
Sayin' he deserved that,
I hit
Niggas get shook when they get
Hit by that stick
Wanna work out? Get a FitBit, burn that shit
Flip the QP like a RipStik, nigga, we lit
I was
I'd just sit in silence by myself
Turn this house into a jail
Dyin' slow in a livin' hell
But love's got a funny way of keepin' score
And your
it rite na
Shawty gettin lit of the henny right now
Fuck wit a nigga you can get it rite nate
She wit it girl im ready you can get it rite na
Bend that
drop my top and let her hair blow off straight in the wind
I'm with the shits again
Oh yeah we lit too, freaks by the bundles
And we ain't with
Let's get it
I'm on some lit shit
I got a red coat
Now you a dead hoe
My heart is frozen I told her to let go
Upping the musket
He kicked the bucket
Air
God damn it, shut the fuck up
Can't you see that I'm lit
I'm in the studio, tryna make my momma rich
Shut the fuck up, bitch
Stand down
Recognize
Yeah,
Yeah it's Big T-Y If you know then add the lita
I'm a 5'9, brown skin, spicy mamacita
If you're new then meet the crew, How you doin'? Nice
challenging ourselves to
Better than we are white folks
Instead of driving-by using the "N" word
They will say:
(Look! Look at them! Oh! my God!
They're
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
and tongue stay long
Neglected by society, yeah her heart is where I belong
Too much on my mind
It's been a rollercoaster ride
Lets keep it basic, lets not
in the booth , and I smoke by the pound
I'm the king of this shit nigga give me my crown
Been feeling hazy man I think it's the brown
They Claim they
I looked at you
And how your deep brown eyes fixed on the lit-up bridge
You continued, "I wish every night could be this calm, this carefree
Like
Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
2020 McLaren, Moe got me
by day
I mean who's to say
Who's to say, you find an answer when living?
What if you just die?
What if life as we know it is all a dream?
What if we
off sick days
6 trey, 64 bounce, bitch, bounce
Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House
Patty melt with the hash browns
Tryna avoid all
just like yourself
If they were brown, Shady lose, Shady sits on the shelf
But Shady's cute, Shady knew Shady's dimples would help
Make ladies swoon,
another weekend
Had to learn to swim just by jumping in the deep end
Been drawing up my plays I'm the coach and I'm my deep bench
People tracing others I do
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