Lyrics:
the world may whisper and howl at your door
You're not obliged to let them all in, okay Johnny
Baby don't you ride in that faux Cadillac
If you must please
Letoya Luckett
Because you fine like that
Take your time like that
Make it wind like that
Slow grind like that
Blow my mind like gas
You a dime like cash
the homies then I pass that
Mountain-top blowjobs, party bus living
Mad pretty women, doing blow off they
If you ain't talking cash, you're off-topic
If you
sounds
Like Elvis, Johnny Cash
And a little bit of Waylon Jennings
(You know that's true)
I still sip well water right out of the hose
Smoke so much weed
Psycho by Xavier Graves and I'shawn
It's just that hard, yuh, yuh
Life is short, gang! Death is long, ooh
Steven is fat
And I know you wanna hear me
lies
Just like a wind
You blow me away just like a wind
All this things you make me see
All the things you make me feel
You got that antidote, Tylenol
case like I'm Johnny Depp from Blow
Flick of my wrist with the AWP in CSGO
Put me on the cover like Otani on The Show
You already know we're squaded up
as I get released, I'mma clock some cash
Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me
When I get free,
she dances
When sudden a tempest blows
She dwindles and dims against the cold, cold winds
And oh, oh, oh
Then she grows
Somehow I gotta come and see
White tattoo
She used to send him mad flicks in Cash Rule
And the cat too, old girl who's clackin' her shoes
And that wicked witch broke her broom,
Elmo (chuckles) tickle me now, no homo (no homo), but she goin' full Blow-Mode (blow-mode), I could bloom in the wind, but that's a real no-no (no-no),
'Chevro way' the wind blow, that's the corner we been Joe
Don't know where you been bro, but it's no quiz to me, you win though
When it's ten fo', good,
an album that i thought was pretty good, I tried
Most of the time i write rhymes and present them with pride
But sometimes i feel like people slide in
On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
Son how that sound?
[Verse 3]
For steady cash flows, niggas'll blast you past the Astros
Blow you like afros,
blowin' on stress, hopin' to ease the stress (like, really out here though)
He coppin' some blow hopin' that it can stretch
New born massacre, hoppin' out
time , like they extended they request
What a mess, from the city where they blow above the vest
Murky in the water like I'm swimming with my cash
Phone
still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker
Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw
this whole album in my bedroom closet
And I'm coming with the thump that can thump yo noggin
I was raised off that cotton and I got to know, got to know
Who came to court on a charge
That he blew someone's head off
Because his amp was too large
And the song he was singin'
Was not for love but for cash
vs Primetime, they'll never make that list again
ChiTown!!!! (Damn right) God bless the wind!!
I paint the perfect picture
They're amazed at my
shoot right over there" (fuck that man, yo)
"And, yo, them niggaz got the big cream over there"
"Aight, let's get this cash smooth, nigga"
"So chill"
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick,
cash, I’ma hustle everyday
I was always taught, I ain’t gon’ never get my way
We gon’ put a nine, uh, r-i-p to K
I had a album that was made, and two
to Johnny, and got me a kit, love the way this bitch, hit now my ice in a freezy
Flew to Miami, but come from the trenches, they see the cash money, but bitch,
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